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?”

no idea about her alcohol tolerance. Even a

out.

Sherri didn’t dare to order a stronger one and

the alcohol spread through Sherri’s body, and she started feeling tipsy.

situation, there was nothing Natalie could do.

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 impressive, with a graceful and flexible body reminiscent of

movements were seductive and graceful. Moreover, their appearances were

was a release, an

caught sight of 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. Frank, look! I asked you to help me look her up, but you didn’t. Now she’s here on her

only to find

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

to save his life, Hackett went to great lengths and.

those 20 million dollars were worth every penny. If he had gone to boxing tonight, he wouldn’t

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

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

motorcycles and dance at clubs.

a well–behaved girl? Is

anymore. He exclaimed, “Trevon,

protection was and made Hackett bold enough to compete openly with Trevon. When Jim finally took

care of yourself. The

Wilson.”

Jim’s gaze. Then he asked, “What’s with that look, Mr. Hawk?”

but was silenced by a cold glance

spectating the whole scene, casually glanced at the dance floor. After careful consideration, he seemed to understand

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

men trying to strike up a conversation. He realized someone was encroaching

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

wanted to remind Hackett that

left, Frank calmly spoke, “That woman is your newlywed

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

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

it comes to women. He’s quite obsessed.” Hackett had never been able to

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

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

playboy was well–known in the social circle of Athana. And then

“Mr. Blackwell, is there