Crossroads

Chapter 279

Stephanie felt like a puppet being manipulated by unseen hands behind the scenes, and she hated that feeling.

Whatever Lucy had brought her there for, all Stephanie wanted now was to leave.

Walking briskly towards the main entrance of the Golden Angel Club, Stephanie kept her eyes fixed straight ahead, yet she sensed an abrupt increase in the number of staff members around her. Their peculiar glances only intensified her dislike for the place.

As she passed through the lobby, Stephanie noticed Dylan behind the counter, about to say something to her. However, when their eyes met, Dylan hesitated and immediately lowered his head.

Stephanie furrowed her brows slightly, feeling a surge of nervousness. What was going on with these people?

She recalled how, earlier, a staff member had reported to Dylan about the surveillance cameras malfunctioning and the sudden loss of signal in this area, prompting Mason and his men to hurry away.

Golden Angel Club belonged to the Wellington family, and Stephanie hoped Lucy hadn’t come here to cause trouble. After scanning the area once more and not seeing Dylan, she decided to ask someone at the counter herself.

“Where is your club manager?” Stephanie walked up to the counter and inquired.

The supervisor, Brian Dyson, dressed in a deep blue uniform, seemed to flicker with a hint of fear upon seeing her approach. He avoided direct eye contact, lowering his gaze and quickly pointing towards the exit. “He’s…outside.

Stephanie scrutinized him suspiciously for a moment but decided not to press further. The service staff on either side of the glass doors immediately bent respectfully and pulled them open for her. With determined steps, she strode out.

Yer, as soon as Stephanie stepped through the club’s main entrance, she froze in disbelief. A tall and striking figure suddenly occupied her line of sight.

Parked on the street was a dark grey Ferrari; its headlights were glaring brightly. Dominick appeared in front of her out of the blue, and this presence was impossible to ignore.

“How did you end up here?” His voice, deep and tinged with clear displeasure, broke the silence.

Stephanie snapped out of her momentary daze upon hearing his voice; her emotions tangled, and she shifted her gaze away from his.

His eyes, deep and sharp, locked onto hers. Taking a decisive step forward, he grasped her wrist firmly and demanded coldly, “Stephanie, is this a place where a woman should be?”

to push him away, but his fingers were

aqua silk gown, exposing her skin. Coldly. he continued, “Mrs. Wellington, who exactly are you dressing like this for! Who are you entertaining in the hotel room tonight?”

are you talking about, Dominick? Don’t

wasn’t quite appropriate to come to the club in a ball gown, but hearing his words made her feel deeply embarrassed.

point fingers at me like this? As your husband, have you

bit his right arm hard. Dominick didn’t expect her to bite him, and in pain, he loosened

her.

private life.” he withdrew his hand impassively and warned her, “Stephanie, you were the one who refused to sign the divorce papers!”

words instantly extinguished Stephanie’s anger, leaving her stiff and numb

On one

of the club’s entrance, Dylan hesitated to approach them, while many others had already gathered and watched

start, she was the one holding

so that even there were tears, they

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Chapter 279

night air was frigid,

Wellington, the security cameras have been malfunctioning, We’ve traced it to… Dylan approached him and reported in a low

Those behind him quickly followed suit, pretending as though the previous scene had never occurred, their faces stoic as they resumed

club’s perimeter. This model isn’t available on

their tasks. Stephanie kept her head down, slipping away from their attention. She moved

secluded corner under the faint glow of a distant lamp post and rummaged through her purse in a flurry – lipstick, tissues, foundation, her phone–all scattered in disarray. In fact,

bastard, she

person, she decided there was nothing much left for her to say. This version of him didn’t warrant

holding on to?” Her eyes brimmed with

early winter breeze cut through her gown. She was standing on the quiet

Wellington, it’s rather difficult to hail a cab around here,” Dylan noted with a meaningful glance towards the shadows on the

than in the city. Standing out here could easily lead to catching