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?”

that Sherri had no idea about her alcohol tolerance. Even

out.

stronger one

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

situation, there was nothing

choice but 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 learn outside

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

was a release,

the second floor, had sharp eyes and 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

around abruptly, only

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

boxing today. In order to save his life, Hackett went to great lengths and. persuaded Trevon by giving him a villa worth 20 million

every penny. If he had gone to boxing tonight, he wouldn’t have been able to see

woman on the dance floor. Natalie was indeed dazzling. And he could spot her

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wilson.”

he

was silenced by a cold glance

who had been spectating the whole scene, casually glanced at the dance floor. After careful consideration, he seemed to understand the situation, and a smirk

attracted attention, grew tired from dancing and decided to take a break and sit down.

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

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

calmly spoke, “That woman is your newlywed wife.

to himself, “Mr. Roberts is really

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

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

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

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

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

Blackwell, is there something