Crossroads

Chapter 278

For Stephanie, the Golden Angel Club was filled with unpleasant memories.

Apart from being manipulated by Kevin, there was another time when she rushed here to find Dominick, only to be thrown out by that scoundrel After that incident, the club’s manager and staff remember her.

“Mrs. Wellington, what can we do for you today?”

By

y coincidence, the club’s manager, Dylan Marsh, was present that evening. Recognizing Stephanie immediately, he hurried over to her.

Stephanie stared at him without speaking, internally noting how long it had been since she was last called “Mrs. Wellington“.

Employees in the service industry are the most adept at reading situations. The managers under the Wellington family’s domain likely knew about her situation but didn’t dare offend her, so they maintained a respectful tone.

Stephanie wasn’t sure why she had come to the Golden Angel Club, suspecting that Lucy wanted to meet her there.

“I’ll just walk around on my own. You don’t need to follow me,” she said without sparing Dylan a glance as she walked away

Dylan intended to follow her and say more, but it seemed there was an incident at the club. Stephanie overheard hurried conversations between staff and the manager, and she managed to catch them saying that there was some sort of interference that caused the cameras to fail.

Stephanie hesitated for a second, pretending she hadn’t heard, and continued down a corridor to the left.

The Golden Angel Club boasted an architecture and design reminiscent of ancient noble estates, featuring a layout akin to traditional grand gardens. Stephanie wandered through its corridors, her thoughts a swirl of intricate feelings.

Every few steps, festive lights adorned the passageways, casting a soft, golden glow that added a distinctive charm to the surroundings. At the end of one corridor, a serene hut stood, flanked by pools where rare water lilies flourished. Though winter had left the pools somewhat deserted, fishes brought life to the scene, swimming and occasionally breaking the surface.

Inside the club, warmth from the heater contrasted with the cool night air that swept through the open corridors, sharpening Stephanie’s senses. Despite her thorough search, Lucy remained elusive. Pulling out her communication device, Stephanie attempted to call her, but she found no signal.

“Such coincidences are rare, Stephanie mused aloud. She suspected that Lucy orchestrated the sudden electromagnetic interference at the Golden Angel Club.

The more Stephanie dwelled on the matter, the deeper her skepticism grew regarding Lucy’s true nature.

she, and whom did she

like those of a professionally trained mercenary. If Lucy had any personal vendetta against her, Stephanie couldn’t feel

wooden railing, lost in thought, she suddenly

wooden door creaked loudly and then banged against the wall, indicating that the person opening it was in a

changed. Instinctively, as soon as she heard the abrupt noise, she hid behind the nearest red wooden

came into view from her right

be Lucy, but it wasn’t. Instead, the short, stout

glow of the paper festive lights hanging in the corridor, only to be

was Mason, Oscar’s uncle.

already in a remote location. Combined with the pool by the corridor, the strong early winter winds made it bone- chillingly cold. Hardly anyone roamed

a distance traveled

12:24 PM

Chapter 978

doctor and let Matthew escape!” Mason’s rough voice

Tommy, his subordinate who stood humbly before him.

me, or do you want to take over

got it wrong. I wouldn’t dare….

would still be in that remote

were filled with rage as he glared at Tommy. Even from a distance, Stephanie

You’d better tell me everything, or you won’t

you. We followed your orders exactly and had six men watching Matthew. We didn’t slack off for a

and it was like witchcraft–every camera in that room had malfunctioned. Later, we found footage

“What? A woman!”

hard on the shoulder, sending him sprawling on the ground.

Foster, I’m not lying”

trembled with fear as he continued to explain,

now he is missing too. I swear that it was a woman. She must be a pro, as none of the cameras caught her face clearly. All we could see was