Crossroads

Chapter 249

As night fell…

In Havencrests famed Ninth Alley, the country’s busiest and most vibrant commercial and entertainment district sprawled. The landmark 36–story “Flaming” tower illuminated the area with its neon lights, exuding opulence and grandeur.

The ground floor housed the reception and registration hall, centered around a Venus statue fountain. Walking on the red carpet, one could see a lineup of 30 glamorous ladies, sweetly greeting guests with a 90–degree bow, radiating elegance.

Upstairs, an open–plan banquet hall dazzled the eye. At its center lay a 1000–square–foot triangular bath, its waters infused with a special solution that emitted a faint blue mist and a subtle fragrance of spirits. In the mist, the silhouettes with voluptuous figures and smooth, long legs danced…

Adjacent to the bath on the east side, a row of private booths provided a quieter retreat.

Bartenders in elegant attire skillfully served drinks to guests beneath the swirling, multicolored lights. In this expansive space enveloped in a haze of mist, the ambiance was tinged with indulgence, occasionally punctuated by the laughter and flirtation of patrons.

Yet, the atmosphere at one booth seemed distinctly out of place. Vincent appeared visibly agitated, waving dismissively at a few cronies.

of your I’m not in the mood today. Just

you this month. Where have you been making your fortune? Any big

all of you!” Vincent erupted in frustration, his dark expression reflecting genuine annoyance. Observing his mood, the other wealthy

with many friends, but it had been a while since he frequented entertainment venues. Hoping for a night of revelry, he hadn’t anticipated such

“Damn, this is Irritating!” He grabbed a glass

frustration wasn’t directed at his

“How could this happen?” he muttered to himself, his

at his short

ago when Stephanie had called him, and he had lashed out

the doctors kept sending critical condition notices. When Vincent saw Stephanie’s phone number on the screen, he exploded in anger without letting her speak, hurling insults at her. “How dare you still look for

Conc…

running around recklessly like a mad person. How many danger and stirring things up. On a

have we told you to behave yourself? You love courting trouble has found you… Vincent ranted angrily, but more than anger, his face

his curses, he was still deeply