Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel 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 a low-proof drink.

Sherri leaned closer to her ear and said, "Is it too weak? Why don't we order a stronger bottle?"

Natalie glared at Sherri. It seemed that Sherri had no idea about her alcohol tolerance. Even a weaker drink would knock her out.

Receiving a disapproving look, Sherri didn't dare to order a stronger one and settled for a slightly stronger drink than Natalie's.

After downing two drinks, the alcohol spread through Sherri's body, and she started feeling tipsy. She insisted on dragging Natalie to the dance floor, shouting about dazzling the crowd.

In that situation, there was nothing Natalie could do.

She had no 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 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 a water snake.

Perhaps due to the influence of music or the effects of the alcohol, Natalie couldn't help but sway her slender waist along with the music. Her movements 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 closer to them.

It was a release, an indulgence.

Hackett, on 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 own. It must be fate."

Amidst the countless searches, he turned around abruptly, only to find his crush on the dance floor.

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

Initially, he was supposed to accompany Trevon to boxing today. In order to save his life, Hackett went to great lengths and persuaded Trevon by giving him a villa worth 20 million dollars, thus avoiding any damage to his own face.

Now he felt like those 20 million dollars were worth every penny. If he had gone to boxing tonight, he wouldn't have been able to see his crush.

Trevon was sitting in a VIP room 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 a glance. It seemed that she was the only one dancing there.

Staring at her coldly, Trevon's gaze was dim and 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 few hobbies outside of work.

"Not only can she fight, but she can also ride motorcycles and dance at clubs. She seemed to be an all-rounder.

"Didn't my grandfather say she was a well-behaved girl? Is she just pretending?"

Trevon 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."

Curiosity got the better of 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 turned his head and sympathetically looked at Hackett.