Crossroads

Chapter 182

“Let’s go over there and sit for a while.”

They walked out of Pearson Villa’s banquet hall. It was already 9 PM, and the night breeze felt a bit chilly.

The dark night made the banquet lights behind them seem even more dazzling. They saw the night view as they stepped out of Pearson Villa’s gates. The lights gradually dimmed, and the violin music behind them faded.

When they were away from the flattery and noise of the banquet, their hearts also calmed in the quiet night.

Stephanie stopped at Pearson Villa’s gates and looked around. On either side were flower beds, and the parking lot was behind the villa.

The Pearson family had organized this grand birthday banquet, inviting many distinguished guests from the business and political worlds. Some cars were even parked outside the walls, making the surrounding roads look a bit crowded.

They had to wait a while for the bodyguards to fetch the car.

“There are a few lounge chairs by the pool. Let’s go sit there for a bit.”

Stephanie thought, since they had to wait anyway, she got excited, let go of Dominick’s hand, and walked straight towards the right rear side of

Pearson Villa.

She curiously looked around at the plants, suddenly remembering something from the past. She raised her voice and muttered, “Oh, right, there were two melon vines planted behind the statue. I wonder if they bore fruit this year…”

He watched her light footsteps ahead. She seemed to be in a much better mood.

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Dominick frowned slightly and followed her. At night, Pearson Villa’s garden was lit with soft yellow lamps, not too bright, adding a touch of tranquility.

Pearson Villa wasn’t as grand as Wellington Villa, but Wellington Villa was so large that Stephanie often complained about its pool being suitable for filming horror scenes. She seemed to like here more…

She was very familiar with Pearson Villa.

Dominick stopped under a lamp, dim light casting a soft glow on him. He gazed at her, increasingly suspicious…

had followed them out of curiosity. Seeing Stephanie’s sneaky actions, he

behind the statue, fiddling with them

Wait a

minute. Wait

down,

tangled vines, her face darkening. In the peaceful garden, she cursed

Someone killed my

food, loved melons during the summer melon harvest season. She excitedly planted

would tease her, saying it wouldn’t be good even if

climate wasn’t suitable, and they didn’t bear fruit, only some flowers. She was unhappy for

melon.

grow, but a damn

was young, or perhaps she felt something deep inside. It seemed like some things were destined to be tragedies. She was afraid

showed a complex expression. Even the usually slow Vincent

so familiar

the Pearson family of Frostvale had no connections or business dealings. Mason’s bizarre comments had already caused some uncase, and seeing Stephanie’s current behavior only added

over here a lot when I was little,” she said

were such a handful. Why did you keep running off to Frostvale

Chapter 182

off her clothes and looked up, noticing Dominick staring at

understanding the annoyance

bodyguard ran over to inform them that the car was waiting outside Pearson

lit backyard of Pearson Villa,

usual. He walked over to her side, naturally wrapping his right arm around her waist,

Dominick’s grip

car door for them. Some of their business acquaintances passing by smiled and wished them a safe journey. Dominick,

Dominick had told her

Oscar were her secrets, ones she

and she wasn’t sure what his connection to Oscar was. She admitted to wanting to protect Oscar. Oscar was different from Dominick. Dominick was the sole heiress of the illustrious Wellington family, born with

illegitimate child, often mocked as a reclusive fool. People loved to make fun of him and take everything from

Pearson family is shameless, signing the document and then going back on their word.” Stephanie was furious, especially once they got into the car. As it drove smoothly, Dominick took

very displeased. “None of them have good intentions. Who knows what Hayley’s up to with

remembered Teresa and the other women’s arrogance from