Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 18

At precisely 10 o’clock in the evening, Sherri’s car came to a steady stop outside the Lithern Club. She exited the vehicle and handed the keys to the security guard.

True to its reputation as the prime bar in Athana, the Lithern Club exuded luxury from its exterior alone. Natalie was somewhat hesitant to go inside.

Knowing her best friend’s intentions, Sherri couldn’t let it slide. Then she told Natalie, “You can’t do something so unethical. If you bail on me tonight, we’ll cut ties.”

“You’d better watch fewer soap operas,” Natalie replied.

“Soap operas are so entertaining. You just don’t get it,” Sherri said.

Natalie wore a black form–fitting knee–length dress that evening. Her face had a subtle natural makeup look, comfortable and effortless. Her dark curly hair cascaded down, creating a beautiful aesthetic.

On the other hand, Sherri wore a contrasting red form–fitting dress, seductive and alluring. Her dress was shorter than Natalie’s, and she wore a pair of white high heels. Her chestnut–colored curls were also flowing freely.

When they were getting their hair permed together, Sherri asked Natalie to dye their hair together. But Natalie adamantly

refused.

With the night breeze on her face, Natalie adjusted her suit jacket and asked skeptically, “Can we go in now, Sherri? Aren’t you cold?”

On such a cold night, Sherri prioritized style over warmth and didn’t even wear a jacket.

Just looking at her, Natalie already felt cold.

Thinking the bar’s exterior was already luxurious, little did they know that the interior design was even more extravagant. The ground floor had a dance floor with a starry sky design overhead. Blaring notes reached their ears. And in the dim environment, the starry sky above shimmered even more brilliantly, like a galaxy of stars.

Standing there, one could feel the class divide. This was where the wealthy gathered.

Natalie couldn’t bear to spend her hard–earned money here.

The second floor housed VIP seating, undoubtedly a spot for the affluent to sit above and look down on everything.

Indeed, poverty could limit one’s imagination. There was nothing you couldn’t achieve, only things hadn’t thought of.

The temperature inside was relatively high. Sherri grabbed Natalie and found a nice spot where they could oversee the entire dance floor.

Natalie hung her jacket on the back of the chair and lazily leaned against the bar counter. Then she asked the bartender for at low–proof drink.

her ear and said, “Is it too weak? Why

at Sherri. It seemed that Sherri had no idea about her alcohol tolerance. Even a weaker drink would knock

out.

a stronger

spread through Sherri’s body, and she started feeling tipsy. She insisted on dragging Natalie to the dance floor, shouting about

there was nothing Natalie could

Since she was young, her mother had cultivated her skills in music, chess, dance, and painting. After her mother passed away, her

slender waist along with the music. Her movements were seductive and graceful. Moreover, their appearances

a release,

my God! Quick, look! It’s my crush. My crush is there. Frank, look! I asked you to help me look her up, but you didn’t. Now she’s here

abruptly, only to find his

this moment, Hackett was filled with excitement, and his blood was boiling. He

save his life, Hackett went to great lengths and. persuaded Trevon

20 million dollars were worth every penny. If he had gone

on the dance floor. Natalie was indeed dazzling. And he could spot her at a glance.

uncertain. He didn’t expect to run into Natalie in a place like this. He thought inwardly, “Isn’t she a doctor?

also ride motorcycles and dance at clubs. She

grandfather say she was a well–behaved girl? Is she just

stand it anymore. He exclaimed, “Trevon, we’re friends. But I

protection was and made Hackett bold enough to compete openly

himself, “Mr. Blackwell, take care of yourself. The woman you’re interested in is Mr.

Wilson.”

gaze. Then he asked, “What’s

wanted to say something but was silenced by a cold glance from Trevon sitting next to

scene, casually glanced at the dance floor. After careful consideration, he seemed to understand the situation, and a

attracted attention, grew tired from dancing and decided to take a break and sit

that Natalie on the dance floor had finished dancing and was surrounded by a circle of men trying to strike up a conversation. He realized someone was

at her best friend’s figure and beauty. She thought Trevon really missed out by

himself, he wanted to remind Hackett that Natalie was Trevon’s newlywed

spoke, “That woman is your newlywed wife.

thought to himself, “Mr. Roberts is really

in name,” Trevon replied. He coldly stared in Natalie’s direction, feeling increasingly annoyed

touched a drop of alcohol that night, added, “Hackett isn’t one to back down when it comes to women. He’s quite obsessed.” Hackett had never been able

something in his thoughts. He didn’t respond to Frank’s words.

sat next to Natalie. The people here were familiar with Hackett, Frank, and Trevon, the three of them. And

of Athana. And then Sherri, who was still sober, quickly positioned herself in front of Natalic.