Crossroads

Chapter 12

In the middle of the night, downtown’s most luxurious Flaining Bar was alive with energy, drawing in rich playboys, celebrities, and models mingle with the high society.

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The thump of bass–heavy music, the dim flicker of lights, and sudden flashes of vibrant beams brought the dance floor to life as steking men and women moved to the beat, living in the moment.

As a soft yellow spotlight swept over the VIP entrance of the bar, a man casually walked in.

Bathed in the bright light, his tall stature and stern expression were striking, his slightly pressed thin lips adding to his cool, detached air that seemed unapproachable.

“Mr. Wellington, right this way, please…” The bar’s general manager awaited at the entrance.

They stepped into the elevator and ascended directly to the top floor of the bar.

Contrary to what’s going on below, the top floor of the bar was much quieter.

The space was wide open, featuring simple yet elegant decor. Priceless oil paintings hung on the walls, and antique vases and statues were thoughtfully placed throughout the room.

At the far end of the eastern side was a place for storing fine wines, leading up to a semicircular bar. This area typically had no wait staff and was rarely frequented by guests.

“This place usually doesn’t allow women, but since y

you agreed to come on top today, well…

the sound of clinking glasses echoed, followed by a man’s

Hayes, you did promise me the lead role in ‘Crimson Autumn.” You better

charming laugh as she

I

bad, the director said your

Hayes, perhaps you should ask the ladies to leave

approached Vincent Hayes and stood before

enjoying the night, shot him a

sola across the bar, another man suddenly chuckled, “Vincent,

Vincent immediately became

met the eyes of the

from his chair, feigning disgust, “Get down, ladies. Who let

Vincent had changed suddenly, and

surprise and called

remained expressionless, staring at

Chapter 12

shiver run down his spine. Everyone in their circle knew that Dominick had a particular disdain

the women downstairs, relieved to see that Dominick hadn’t lost his

married today,” Scott asked with a smile, pouring him a glass of

burst out excitedly. “What? Dominick, you

doubtful. Even if George did push Dominick, it usually wouldn’t

woman?” Vincent was

in dealing with the Hayes and

Dominick had lost when something flashed through his mind