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.

out.

a stronger

feeling tipsy. She insisted on dragging Natalie to the dance floor, shouting about dazzling the crowd.

that situation, there was nothing Natalie could do.

to accompany Sherri to the dance floor. Natalie knew how to dance. 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

seductive and graceful. Moreover, their appearances were attractive. They drew the attention of the people around them. Many young gentlemen were constantly trying to get closer to them.

a release, an indulgence.

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

only to find his

excitement, and his blood was boiling. He just

great lengths and. persuaded Trevon by giving him a villa worth 20 million dollars, thus avoiding any damage to

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

on the second floor. And his gaze turned to the woman on the dance floor. Natalie was indeed dazzling. And he could spot her at

place like this. He thought inwardly, “Isn’t she

only can she fight, but she can also ride motorcycles and dance at clubs. She seemed to

my grandfather say she was a

it anymore. He exclaimed, “Trevon, we’re friends. But I had my eyes on this woman first. You can’t compete with

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

care of yourself. The woman you’re

Wilson.”

Jim’s gaze. Then he asked, “What’s

to say something but was silenced by a cold

careful consideration, he seemed to understand the situation, and a smirk of schadenfreude appeared on his lips.

from dancing and decided to take a break and sit

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

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

wanted to remind Hackett that Natalie was Trevon’s

calmly spoke, “That woman is your newlywed wife.

Roberts is really impressive. He could even

replied. He coldly stared in Natalie’s direction,

had never been able to resist attractive women, especially someone like Natalie, who was a true beauty. Even Frank, known for his self–control, couldn’t help

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

familiar with Hackett, Frank, and Trevon, the three of

was well–known in the social circle of Athana.

asked, “Mr. Blackwell, is there