Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 145

In the Lithern Club, as the music blared, the bar’s dim lights transformed into a mesmerizing display of colors, casting an enchanting glow on the faces of the attractive crowd. The dance floor exuded an irresistible air of mystery and allure.

With the rhythm of the music, the atmosphere on the dance floor reached its crescendo. The revelers gyrated and swayed, their movements infused with an ecstatic energy that intoxicated them.

Meanwhile, in a secluded and soundproofed card room upstairs, an oasis of tranquility amidst the cacophony below, three out of the four occupants leisurely puffed on their cigarettes. At the same time, one donned a mask, lending an air of paradox.

Hackett had been having a remarkable streak of luck tonight. A mountain of chips towered before him as he sported a wicked grin. “Mr. Wilson, your luck seems to have deserted you tonight. I almost feel guilty for winning so effortlessly.”

The man continued to ignore him, his mind wandering during the card game, inevitably leading to Hackett snatching victory. Thoughts of Natalie and her cold indifference plagued him, playing on a loop in his mind like an unrelenting slideshow. He yearned to press the pause button, but his chest tightened with frustration.

Despite finding Frank’s constant stream of messages utterly disdainful, he secretly engaged in the same behavior. Day after day, he persisted in sending messages and delivering meals, desperate to make his presence felt. However, that woman showed absolutely no inclination to acknowledge him. His letters vanished into thin air as if they were dropped in the ocean’s deepest depths, generating no waves of response. It was evident that he needed to adopt a different approach which was a bold confrontation.

Unbeknownst to Hackett, Trevon was engrossed in contemplating how to win back Natalie. Ignoring him only fueled Hackett’s determination. Today, he was in a good mood, and having a loving daughter seemed to bring him tremendous luck. He had never won such substantial money from Mr. Wilson before.

With a cigarette delicately held between his fingers, Frank glanced at the visibly troubled expression on Trevon’s face. “Missing Natalie, huh?”

Trevon fixed Frank with a skeptical gaze. “Do you suddenly possess the power of mind–reading, Frank?”

As for Natalie, Hackett suppressed his inner desires, opting to keep his secrets to himself.

Just as their stomachs inconveniently growled, rumbling incessantly, a sudden string of flatulence followed suit. The other three individuals simultaneously turned their gaze toward Hackett, their disgust evident on their faces, without bothering to

conceal it

Hackett had eaten a mishmash of food that day, and due to their proximity, practically anyone who took a breath could catch a whiff of an aromatic scent.

Unable to bear the odor any longer, Frank held his breath and stood up. The stench was simply unbearable, nearly making him feel nauseated. “What the hell have you been eating?” he exclaimed, feeling as if the foul fragrance permeated his very

mouth.

Trevon extended his slender fingers to cover his mouth and nose, rising from his feet with a furrowed brow. Holding his breath, he swiftly opened a window, leaning closer to inhale the fresh air, ignoring Hackett.

Jim, donning a mask, fared relatively better than the other two who were directly assaulted by the fragrance.

squeezing his buttocks, and mustered a

was beyond his control. It seemed inevitable. He hurriedly went to the restroom

in the card game. Trevon sternly commanded Jim. “Open

complexion to darken with an intense scowl. Holding his

Hackett stepped out, the room had already emptied, devoid of anyone else. Being a

where

stomach protested again, growling incessantly. It seemed another urgent matter was at hand, so he hurriedly returned to the

the commercial project, Trevon and Frank paid no heed to the repetitive back–and–forth sounds. They smoked their cigarettes, discussing matters related to the business street. However, Jim sensed something

“Mr. Wilson, should I

“Are you planning to deliver toilet

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in there, let him be.” Trevon wondered if Mr. Blackwell’s luck with money was indeed that good. He wanted to see if he could handle the losses.

silently sympathizing with Mr.

He glanced at the screen, seeing that it was Hackett calling. A

cigarette, a smirk forming on his lips. “Tell

sending

leaned against the wall as he entered, his legs trembling. “Do you guys have any shame, leaving ine alone

and distant. “Should

out a suppressed laugh, unable to contain his amusement.

chili peppers. He slumped onto the nearby couch. Frank wrinkled his nose in distaste. “Take a seat on a chair. Don’t turn

had no desire to move. He was too exhausted, having made countless trips to the restroom at least twenty times. “Damn it, I didn’t soil my pants

resist his biting tongue. “Who knows if you even had time to drop

toward

curious about what had caused this predicament. “What did you eat tonight to give yourself such

prompted Hackett to open up and vent his frustrations. “It’s all because of that woman, Sherri. She practically forced me to devour a

Hackett despised spicy food and typically avoided it. Their curiosity was piqued as they wondered what could drive someone who

planning to become blood brothers

testament?”

of profanities. “Damn it, she’s just out to mess with me.”

“So you’re willingly allowing her to mess with you? Go back and entertain Frank

situation. He altered the narrative rather than revealing the truth, displaying a facade of admiration. “Isn’t it all about demonstrating our respect for Natalie? She has a penchant for spicy cuisine, and I’m willingly sacrificing myself to accompany her.”