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.”

at the such

first time Stephanie encountered such a prominent figure from television, and she felt a little tense. She quickly straightened up and respectfully greeted, “Hello, Mr.

the old man heard her address him as “Mr. Johnson“, he paused for a second before his face lit up with joy as if feeling particularly

was standing nearby, had just taken a small sip from a cocktail he picked up from a waiter’s tray, and his eyes widened in shock at the word

thought, ‘Yeah right! If Stephanie is gentle, then there’s no such thing as a woman! Who on earth doesn’t know about Dominick’s precious wife? Stephanie is already infamous for her fiery temper and stubbornness. This woman

I heard you’re the sole heiress of the Reed family. I bet you’re a bit bored now that you’re pregnant, huh? The Johnson family has a few heiresses around your age. Since women naturally love beauty, they’ll definitely pester you with skincare questions if they see you. Feel free to bother them with any of your worries…” The formally dressed,

astonished. Her previous impression of this dignified and stern figure from TV was utterly shattered. Stephanie then wondered why he

beside her, naturally smoothed a few stray strands of hair from her

embarrassed. He then quickly changed the subject, saying, “Sure… Take care of yourself.

as she nodded slightly to the older man. “I’ll go rest over there. You all can

shot” coming to Wellington Villa around Christmas to ask George for a favor,

get involved in these complicated matters, so he reminded her as how he

it.” She was

family also came from a business background, but they were nowhere near as established as the

Chapter 173

corner and looked around the grand hall of Pearson Villa with a complex the villa luxurious and dazzling, but after spending the past six months in Wellington Villa,

unchanged, but she couldn’t help but

her neck to search around for

wondered, ‘Is Oscar

She used to find

the banquet hadn’t officially started yet,

third–generation heir, even if he was an

dessert cake. She sat alone at a small round table, gloomily poking at the

Dominick and Vincent were toasting and chatting with some elders in the distance. Dominick would occasionally look

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, so