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.

was she, and whom

in the dark alley, Stephanie had seen Lucy bare–handedly take on a burly man. Her combat skills and cold eyes were more like those of a professionally trained mercenary. If Lucy had any personal vendetta against her, Stephanie couldn’t feel it; in fact, she felt more disdain than

the wooden railing, lost in thought, she

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

the abrupt noise, she hid behind

slowly came into view

wasn’t. Instead, the short,

paper festive lights hanging in the corridor, only

Mason,

remote location. Combined with the pool by the corridor, the strong early winter winds made it bone- chillingly cold. Hardly anyone roamed this area at night,

from a distance traveled

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Chapter 978

one doctor and let Matthew escape!” Mason’s rough voice was filled with

thick arm raise a fist, which came crashing down on Tommy, his subordinate who

me. Are you looking for trouble with me, or do you want to take

Foster, you’ve got it wrong. I wouldn’t

a good life. Without you, my family would still be in that remote village, getting undermined,

with rage as he glared at Tommy. Even from a distance, Stephanie could feel his intimidating presence. Clearly, he had been

exactly happened? You’d better tell me everything, or you won’t leave

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

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

“What? A woman!”

hard on the shoulder, sending him

swear. Mr. Foster, I’m

with fear as he continued to explain, “It

car, but 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 that she was tall