Crossroads

Chapter 189

“Dominick, you’re far too lenient with the people from the Pearson family,” Vincent remarked, his tone laced with frustration

Dominick was known for his ruthless methods. He had completely overhauled the Innovate Group, showing no mercy to competitors. Yet, there was one exception to his harshness, the Pearson family,

Vincent found it odd to associate the word “lenient” with Dominick, a man whose mere presence commanded fear and respect. But tonight, in dealing with Mason, Vincent saw a side of Dominick that seemed uncharacteristically cautious.

It wasn’t like him at all.

“Mason is just a distant relative of the Pearson Family Vincent continued, his anger bubbling under the surface. “Seeing him act so arrogantly makes me want to…”

He really wanted to sabotage Mason’s new project and dampen his spirits a bil

He clenched his fist around his wine glass as his eyes locked on Mason’s plump figure in the center of the reception hall.

Dominick stood nearby, his expression cold and unreadable. He gazed out the window where rain lashed violently against the glass.

“Mason is very close to Oscar, Dominick muttered in a low voice. He broke off mid–sentence, irritation flashing across his face as he reached for a glass of whiskey on a small round table.

*Don’t drink too much, a clear voice interrupted. Hayley approached swiftly, effortlessly taking the glass from Dominick’s hand.

“You had a headache at the office the other day,” she reminded him, her tone firm and filled with genuine concern. The doctor specifically advised against drinking.”

“Dominick’s been having headaches at work,” Hayley added, causing Vincent’s usual lightheartedness to be replaced with worry. Then, with disapproving look, he said. Tve hidden all the bottles you brought over” she said.

“Do we need to go to Senenburg for a check up” Vincent asked anxiously, clearly unsettled by the news. Dominick’s usually robust health made his ailment seem all the more alarming

“Shut up Dominick snapped, his irritation boiling over.

Hayley, unfazed by his outburst, met his gaze steadily. Her eyes were soft, filled with unwavering concern. “Dominick, you need to share these things with us. Don’t try to handle everything alone she coased, her voice gentle but firm.

Dominick didn’t meet her gaze that was filled with affection. Instead, he pressed his lips together tightly, glancing sideways towards the glass wall where streaks of golden lightning illuminated the distant horizon. His brow furrowed in deep thought…

But Stephanie saw it all.

Suddenly, she didn’t understand why she stood foolishly at the elevator entrance. She should have walked over and greeted them, especially since he had texted her to come.

Yet now, she found herself hesitant to move, feeling like she wasn’t needed at all,

Outside, the rain poured heavily, the thunder rolled through the clouds, and lightning flashed intermittently, making it a frightening night. But the guests at this soirée of the elite wouldn’t be bothered. They frequented such glamorous gatherings, reveling in opulence and pleasure in it

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gaze remained fixed on them, unable to look away, especially as Hayley casually took Dominick’s glass from his hand with such

truly

a surge of anger. She had thought he needed her, which was why she had rushed over in this

to go and pretending she had never

to press the elevator button, she

was a moment of

text and asked her to come

ber phone, staring at Dominick’s number on the screen. What if

head, she hesitated for a moment they swiftly tapped out a few messages and dialed the

out in her

Dominick asked her to come over. She would definitely confront him with a stern face, demanding to know what could possibly

“Hello..”

the other end of the phone was unexpectedly a

face paled gradually, and she hastily

front of her opened, she didn’t look back, walking

with Hayley.. she murmured in a

“Stephanie?”

leaned in to glance at his phone screen with gossiping curiosity, raising his eyebrows. “It really was Stephanie who called.

be because I answered the

she returned the phone to its owner, apologizing with sincerity. “Dominick, next time my phone dies.

better borrow someone else’s.”

isn’t usually so

despite his usual differences with Stephanie, knew her

the

he lightly tapped his phone to return the

you have dialed

[The number you

beep made Dominick’s expression darken

glanced at Dominick’s gloomy face, secretly amazed. That devilish woman

to

“Where is Stephanie!”

dialed Wellington Villa directly, his

answer the call. “Is Mrs. Wellington not as Gordon Hotel

recounted Stephanie’s incident earlier that afternoon, including her missed

in silence, surveying the venue with legge. He contemplated

here. After a long pause, he spoke in a deep

for a moment, noticing the seriousness