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?”

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

out.

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

started feeling tipsy. She insisted on dragging Natalie

that situation, there was nothing Natalie could do.

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 impressive, with a graceful and flexible body reminiscent

music or the effects of the alcohol, Natalie couldn’t help but sway her slender waist along with the music. Her movements were seductive and graceful. Moreover, their appearances were attractive. They drew the attention of the people around them. Many young gentlemen were constantly

was a release,

but exclaim. “Oh, my God! Quick, look! It’s my crush. My crush is there.

turned around abruptly, only to

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

to boxing today. In order to save his life, Hackett went to great lengths and. persuaded Trevon by giving him

If he had gone to boxing tonight, he wouldn’t have been able to

dance floor. Natalie was indeed dazzling. And he could spot her at a glance. It seemed

to run into Natalie in a place like this. He thought

she fight, but she can also ride motorcycles and dance at clubs.

was a well–behaved

animal guarding its food, couldn’t stand it anymore. He exclaimed, “Trevon, we’re friends. But I had my eyes on this woman first. You can’t compete with me.”

got the better of 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 finally took a look, he was taken aback, and his heart skipped a beat. He turned his head

yourself. The woman you’re interested in is Mr. Wilson’s

Wilson.”

Then he asked, “What’s with that look, Mr.

was silenced by a cold

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

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

and was surrounded by a circle of men trying to strike up a conversation. He realized someone was encroaching on his territory.

the swarm of men and couldn’t help but marvel at her best friend’s figure and beauty. She thought Trevon really missed out by not appreciating

wanted to remind Hackett that Natalie was

Frank calmly spoke, “That woman is

thought to himself, “Mr. Roberts is really impressive. He could even

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

obsessed.” Hackett had never been able to resist

contemplating something in his thoughts. He didn’t respond

familiar with Hackett, Frank, and Trevon, the three of them. And upon seeing the audacious Hackett

the social circle of Athana. And then Sherri, who was still sober, quickly positioned

is there something you need?”