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.

and whom did she work for!

more like those of a

leaned against the wooden railing, lost in thought, she

against the wall, indicating that the person opening it

heard the abrupt noise, she hid behind the nearest

view from her

it wasn’t. Instead, the short, stout figure

under the glow of the paper festive lights hanging in the

Mason, Oscar’s uncle.

early winter winds made

from a distance traveled

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Chapter 978

let Matthew escape!” Mason’s rough

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

for trouble with me, or do you want to take over my place?”

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

remember it was your guidance 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 to get married either…” the servant pleaded desperately.

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

everything, or you won’t leave

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

had malfunctioned. Later, we found footage from a nearby street where

“What? A woman!”

shoulder, sending him sprawling on the

Foster, I’m

continued to explain, “It was definitely a woman

up on some leads. He chased after 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 caught her face clearly. All we