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

he ask me

unable to look away, especially as Hayley casually took Dominick’s glass from his hand

truly in

why she had rushed over in this stormy weather. Yet

to go and pretending

turned, reaching out to press

a

the text

number on the screen. What

hesitated for a moment they swiftly tapped out a few messages and

ringtone rang out in her

with thoughts of what she would say if Dominick asked her to come over. She would definitely confront him with a stern face, demanding to know what could possibly be so important to warrant such a journey in the pouring rain. She absolutely wouldn’t give

“Hello..”

other end of the phone was unexpectedly a clear, bright female

to utter a word, Stephanie’s face paled

elevator doors in front of

phone was actually with Hayley.. she murmured in a self–mockery manner

“Stephanie?”

to glance at his phone screen with gossiping curiosity, raising his eyebrows.

I answered the phone

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

better borrow someone else’s.”

usually

knew her temper would blow

odd; the rarely called

brow, he lightly tapped his phone to return the

dialed is currently

[The number you

mechanical beep made Dominick’s expression darken

Dominick’s gloomy face, secretly amazed. That devilish

to

“Where is Stephanie!”

dialed Wellington Villa directly,

to answer the call. “Is

carefully recounted Stephanie’s incident earlier

venue with legge. He contemplated his words as the suspicion

After a

seriousness in his