Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

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.

Sherri leaned closer to her ear and said, “Is it too weak? Why don’t we order a stronger bottle?”

seemed that Sherri had no idea about her alcohol tolerance. Even

out.

look, Sherri didn’t dare to order a stronger one and settled for

Sherri’s body, and she started feeling tipsy.

there was nothing Natalie

in music, chess, dance, and painting. After her mother passed away, her grandfather didn’t send her to learn outside but instead secretly arranged for instructors to come to their home. Her dancing skills were quite

the music. Her movements were seductive and graceful. Moreover, their appearances were attractive. They drew the attention of the

was a release, an

the dance floor. He couldn’t help. but exclaim. “Oh, my God! Quick, look! It’s my crush.

around abruptly, only

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

to great lengths and. persuaded Trevon by giving him a

worth every penny. If he had gone to boxing tonight, he wouldn’t

to the woman on the dance floor. Natalie was indeed dazzling. And he could spot her at a glance. It seemed that she was the only one dancing

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

can also ride motorcycles

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

And Hackett, like a young protective animal guarding its food, couldn’t stand it anymore. He

and made Hackett bold enough to compete openly with Trevon. When Jim finally took a look, he was taken aback,

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

Wilson.”

irritated by Jim’s gaze. Then he asked, “What’s with that look,

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

careful consideration,

she had attracted attention, grew tired from dancing and decided to take a

circle of men trying to strike up a conversation. He realized someone

friend’s figure and beauty. She thought Trevon really missed out by not appreciating

a fool of himself, he wanted to remind Hackett that Natalie

calmly spoke, “That woman is

is really impressive. He could even know this?

stared in

added, “Hackett isn’t one to back down when it comes to women. He’s quite obsessed.” Hackett had never been able to resist attractive women, especially someone like Natalie, who was a true beauty. Even Frank, known

his thoughts. He didn’t respond to

here were familiar with Hackett, Frank, and Trevon, the three of them. And upon seeing the audacious Hackett showing interest in Natalie,

immediately soured upon seeing Hackett. This playboy was well–known in the social circle of Athana. And then Sherri,

“Mr. Blackwell, is there