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 did she work for!

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

the wooden railing, lost in thought, she

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

as soon as she heard the abrupt noise, she hid behind the

came into view from

thought it might be Lucy, but it wasn’t. Instead, the

herself, Stephanie peered out under the glow of the paper festive lights

was Mason, Oscar’s

the pool by the corridor, the strong early winter winds made it bone- chillingly cold. Hardly

sounds from a distance traveled clearly to

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Chapter 978

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

who stood humbly before him. The man’s face immediately swelled, and he

for trouble with me, or do you want to take over my place?” Mason’s face was twisted

it wrong. I wouldn’t

a good life. Without you, my family would still be in that

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

me everything, or you won’t leave this club

followed your orders exactly and had six men watching Matthew. We didn’t slack off for a moment. The room was sealed off, and no one

witchcraft–every camera in that room had malfunctioned. Later, we found footage from a nearby street where Matthew was dragged into a black, unmarked car by a woman,”

“What? A woman!”

the shoulder, sending him

Mr. Foster, I’m

as he continued to explain, “It was

I swear that it was a woman. She must be a pro, as none of the