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?”

had no idea about her alcohol tolerance. Even a

out.

to order a stronger one and settled for

downing two drinks, the alcohol spread through Sherri’s body, and she started feeling tipsy. She

was nothing

Since she was young, her mother had cultivated her skills 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

sway her slender waist along with the music. Her movements were seductive and graceful. Moreover,

was a release,

the dazzling Natalie on the dance floor. He couldn’t help. but exclaim. “Oh, my God! Quick, look! It’s my crush. My crush is there.

around abruptly, only to find his crush on

filled with excitement, and his blood was boiling. He

to save his life, Hackett went to great lengths

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

And his gaze turned to the woman on the dance floor. Natalie was

place like this. He thought inwardly, “Isn’t she a doctor? It seems

ride motorcycles and dance at clubs. She seemed to be an

grandfather say she was a well–behaved girl? Is

at Natalie. And Hackett, like a young protective animal guarding its food, couldn’t stand it anymore. He exclaimed, “Trevon, we’re friends. But I had my eyes on this woman

Jim, who was sitting nearby. He wondered what kind of woman worth Hackett’s protection was and made Hackett bold enough to compete openly with Trevon. When Jim

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

Wilson.”

irritated by Jim’s gaze. Then he

but was silenced by a cold

consideration, he seemed to understand the situation, and

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

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

swarm of men and couldn’t help but marvel at her best friend’s figure and

saw Hackett making a fool of himself, he wanted to remind Hackett that Natalie was Trevon’s newlywed

calmly spoke, “That woman is your newlywed

is really impressive.

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

obsessed.” Hackett had never been able to resist

his thoughts. He didn’t respond to Frank’s

and Trevon, the three of them. And upon seeing the audacious

immediately soured upon seeing Hackett. This playboy was well–known in the social circle of Athana. And then Sherri, who was still sober, quickly positioned herself in front

Sherri asked, “Mr. Blackwell, is there something you need?”