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.

exactly was she, and whom did she work for!

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

against the wooden railing, lost in thought, she suddenly heard the urgent sound of a door

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

changed. Instinctively, as soon as she heard the abrupt

figures slowly came into view from her right

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

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

was Mason, Oscar’s

was already in a remote location. Combined with the pool by the corridor, the strong early winter winds made

distance traveled clearly to

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Chapter 978

doctor and let Matthew escape!”

thick arm raise a fist, which came crashing down on Tommy, his subordinate who stood humbly before him. The man’s face immediately swelled, and he knelt, his head low, not daring to

been on the run for days, and you’re just now informing me. Are you looking for trouble with me, or do you want to take over my place?” Mason’s face

Foster, you’ve got it wrong.

that gave me a good life. Without you, my family would still be in that remote village, getting undermined, and my son wouldn’t be able

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

better tell me everything, or you won’t leave this club alive!”

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

malfunctioned. Later, we found footage from a nearby street

“What? A woman!”

Tommy hard on the shoulder, sending him sprawling

Foster,

continued to

the car, but now he is missing too. I swear that it was a woman. She must be a pro, as none of the cameras