Crossroads

Chapter 173

It had been many years since Stephanie last came to the luxurious, 54 thousand square feet, foreign–style Pearson Villa. The villa looked exactly the same as she remembered, every inch of it still making her feel the same distaste as before.

As she stood in the middle of Pearson Villa’s grand hall, the shimmering crystal lights cast a glow on her delicate face. Yet, Stephanie was frowning as she observed the bustling crowd with a serious expression. She saw that the elegantly dressed guests were happily chatting and toasting. Numerous business and political figures had gathered to celebrate Teresa’s birthday.

“Oh, that’s Mr. Wellington from the Wellington family. Hello, Mr. Wellington…”

As Stephanie walked arm in arm with Dominick toward the inner hall of the banquet, they heard flattering voices along the way. “It’s a pleasure to see you here. It’s truly an honor…”

He barely acknowledged these people, responding with a slight nod and a blank expression.

“How has Mr. George Wellington been? I visited Wellington Villa during Christmas but missed you. It’s been ages since we last met. You probably don’t remember me anymore…“.

Vincent, with his usual smile, replied casually, “Sir, how could we younger folks ever forget you? You’re still in your prime. Every time I switch the TV channel, there you are giving a speech. It’s impossible to forget you.”

“You sure know how to make people laugh, Vincent. You’ve definitely inherited your grandfather’s charm…”

Vincent chatted with a man in his sixties. At such occasions, it was inevitable to engage in small talk.

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Stephanie was surprised, as she had just seen this older man giving a solemn speech on the news yesterday. She then discreetly tugged on Dominick’s

‘s arm and whispered, “Isn’t that the old man who…” Her sneaky gesture was quite improper, prompting the old man to ask first, “And who might this be?”

It was only then that Dominick looked up at the old man and replied, “My wife, Stephanie.”

the

time Stephanie encountered such a prominent figure from television, and she felt a little tense. She quickly straightened up and

his face lit up with joy as if

nearby, had just taken a small sip from a cocktail he picked up from a waiter’s tray, and

as a woman! Who on earth doesn’t know about Dominick’s precious wife? Stephanie is already infamous for

you with skincare questions if they see you. Feel free to bother them with any of your worries…” The formally dressed, imposing older man in

figure from TV was utterly shattered. Stephanie then wondered why he

stray strands of hair from her chest and responded on her behalf, “Mr. Johnson, she’s tired. She’ll go rest for

making him feel somewhat embarrassed. He then

older man. “I’ll go

“big shot” coming to Wellington Villa around Christmas to ask George for a favor, which the Wellington family had declined. It

complicated matters, so he reminded her as how he usually would, “Go sit over there and don’t

it.” She was unusually well–behaved

from a business background, but they were nowhere

Chapter 173

in a corner and looked around the grand hall of Pearson Villa with a

unchanged, but she couldn’t help but wonder aloud, “Where

craned her neck to search around for the person

Oscar not here

She used to find

with her pregnant belly, so since the banquet hadn’t officially started

Oscar was the Pearson family’s only third–generation heir, even

and a piece of dessert cake. She sat alone at a small round table,

toasting and chatting with some elders in

man was surrounded and flattered by the crowd. He had a slight furrow in his brow, indicating he wasn’t in a good mood. Unfortunately, those people didn’t notice, or maybe they were too excited to meet Dominick,