Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 434

The dream–like lights kept changing. The tall glasses at the bar reflected the gorgeous lights. The men and women on the dance floor kept dancing, rolling their hips. The flirtatious vibe temporarily made the people forget all their troubles. They were immersed in the deafening world of music, addicted and intoxicated, unable to distinguish reality from beautiful dreams.

Upstairs, three men, who were dressed similarly, sat in a booth on the second floor. It was 10 at night and they were in a noisy environment, but it was as if they were isolated from the world. There were several bodyguards standing at the stairs, and their postures declared loudly that no one was allowed to disturb them.

Ever since Trevon got married, the three of them had not had a good gathering. At most, they would bump into each other at the entrance of the hospital, let alone come to a bar. It was one of the places that they did not go anymore.

Tonight’s gathering was arranged by Hackett. Trevon was worried about Natalie being alone at home. For the past few days, Jasper had been staying at the Wilson’s residence, while the two of them remained at the Phoenix Manor.

In order to prevent him from worrying, Natalie suggested going to the Wilson’s residence to accompany Jasper. She also wanted to visit his grandfather and help take his blood pressure. However, Trevon knew that Natalie was giving him space.

Looking at the dissipation on the first floor, Trevon crossed his legs and placed one hand on the couch. He peeled a lemon candy with one hand and stuffed it into his mouth. He gestured to Hackett, who was sitting opposite him and beside Frank.. “Speak. After you’re done, I’ll go home to accompany my wife.”

Hackett was wearing the same ostentatious style today. He was wearing a rose–red short–sleeved shirt, white pants, and a pair of sneakers. His hair was even sprayed with gel.

He appeared extremely fanciful.

Compared to Hackett, Trevon was dressed much simpler. He had gray pants and a white short–sleeved shirt. The same for Frank, who was also very simple. He had black pants and a white short–sleeved shirt.

Trevon ate candy and Frank smoked.

Frank took the cigarette box from the table and took out a cigarette with his fingers. He put it between his lips and lit it. Instantly, the smoke filled Hackett’s nose and choked him.

Smelling the smoke, Hackett’s smoking addiction kicked in. He took out a cigarette from Frank’s cigarette box and lit it. “Can you blow your smoke over there? I’m choking.”

“Why don’t you show me someone who doesn’t exhale?” Frank kicked Hackett, who was beside him.

Since he had a favor to ask of the two of them, Hackett had no choice but to shut up.

Frank raised his chin and asked Trevon, who was facing him, “Go on. Have one too.”

Trevon was no longer addicted to smoking. He said concisely, “I quit.”

In that case, Frank did not force him. He casually threw the cigarette box back on the table.

Hackett grinned and took out the proposal for his wedding. He had rushed it out with Sherri for a few nights and worked overtime to get the advertising company to produce small notebooks for it.

Inside were full of details that Sherri wanted to try out. A once–in–a–lifetime wedding had to be agreed to, “Take a look. I’ve ordered three sets of best man outfits with Sherri. Take a look and see which style you want.”

the two notebooks in front of

a little sour. He casually took the notebook and

is too sour.”

the notebook with one hand. “No one asked you to eat

thought, “True. Frank’s cigarette is milder and

the notebook with both hands and propped his elbow on the couch. He leaned sideways. “How many programs

If he hadn’t stopped Sherri, it would have

faking her pregnancy. He did not open the notebook. Frank opened it first and expressed

interested. A wedding that could make Frank ask that question was probably unique. He opened it and took a look.

not agree to share a wedding with Sherri. How was this a wedding? It was like

her dream. Are you sure there’s no

he flipped to the best man suit, his

on his knees and said, “Just tell us how much hatred and resentment you have for us today.”

gazes were fixed on Hackett, who was smiling obsequiously. It made his hair stand on end, but he had no choice. His wife wanted such a wedding, and his own mother and father had agreed. As someone

plan he saw was quite good. It was very

quite liked it too.

afraid that his two best friends would quit. He had originally made an appointment with Chris tonight. However, Chris said that he had surgery

not have time to explain what the

was so cooperative that Hackett felt a

for tricking an honest

uniform of servants. I put it in the proposal. I didn’t plan

coughed. “I know you guys definitely won’t wear

that they did not like it. He retracted his gaze nervously and said to himself, “Alright, if you don’t like this, then the last one should

guard. Look at this color. It’s so beautiful in blue.

and picked up the notebook again to take a look. It looked alright. He looked sideways at Hackett beside him and asked, “Those who are in the know knew that you’re getting married. Those who don’t know will

this top. It’s pink and the skirt is light blue. It’s a perfect match

also knew that this fellow was afraid that they would not want to wear it. He picked up the notebook and looked at it again. “You shouldn’t be selling properties. You should be selling wedding dresses. You’re in

softened, Hackett became bolder. “Since Natalie can’t participate, the number of best man and bridesmaids is not compatible. They must be

“You’re the one getting married, not

Ava, so he didn’t care

they would still risk their lives for each other when it came to important matters. For example, letting Trevon wear such clothes to be Hackett’s

enough. Are you and your wife acting as a down–and–out young lady and young gentleman, or the crown prince and

“The crown

sneered. “Have you ever seen a crown prince with three pairs of people when he gets married? Your crown prince is so miserable. Did he just return from

words, Frank couldn’t hold it in anymore. The cigarette between his lips was trembling. He spread his

sideways glance.