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 had no idea about her

out.

disapproving look, Sherri didn’t dare to order a stronger one and settled

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

that situation, there was nothing Natalie could

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

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 get

was a release,

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 own. It must be

the countless searches, he turned around abruptly, only to find

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

went to great lengths and. persuaded Trevon by giving him a villa worth 20

million dollars were worth every penny. If he had gone to boxing tonight, he

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

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

but she can also ride motorcycles and dance at

say she was a

couldn’t help but stare 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 first. You can’t compete with me.”

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 and sympathetically looked

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

Wilson.”

was irritated by Jim’s gaze. Then he asked,

a cold glance from Trevon sitting next

the dance floor. After careful consideration, he seemed to understand the situation, and a smirk of schadenfreude appeared on

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

was surrounded by a circle of men trying to strike up a

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

Hackett making a fool of himself, he wanted to remind Hackett

Frank calmly spoke, “That woman is your newlywed

Jim thought to himself, “Mr. Roberts is

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

drop of alcohol that night, added, “Hackett isn’t one to back down when it comes to women. He’s quite obsessed.” Hackett had never been able to resist

contemplating something in his thoughts.

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

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

Sherri asked, “Mr. Blackwell, is there