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?”

wanted to push him away, but his fingers were held tight, and she refused

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

are you talking about, Dominick? Don’t disgust me!”

knew it wasn’t quite appropriate to come to the club in a ball gown, but hearing his

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

Dominick didn’t expect her to bite him, and in pain, he loosened

her.

hand impassively and warned her, “Stephanie, you

instantly extinguished Stephanie’s anger, leaving her stiff and numb without

On one

club’s entrance, Dylan hesitated to approach them, while many others had

was the one holding onto

herself to lift her chin so that

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gates, the night air was frigid, draped in a solemn darkness.

malfunctioning, We’ve traced it to… Dylan approached him and reported in a low

as though the previous scene had never occurred, their faces stoic as they resumed their

eight jammers around the club’s perimeter. This model isn’t available

themselves with their tasks. Stephanie kept her head down, slipping away from their attention. She moved silently, trying to vanish from their

tissues, foundation, her phone–all scattered in

bastard,

in person, she decided there was nothing much left for her

am I even holding on to?” Her eyes brimmed with

gown. She was standing on the quiet outskirts in the dead of night, feeling messy and

a meaningful glance towards the shadows on the right side

in the city.