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?”

was so angry that she wanted to push him away, but his fingers were held tight, and

noticed her off–shoulder aqua silk gown, exposing her skin. Coldly. he continued, “Mrs. Wellington, who exactly

you talking about, Dominick? Don’t disgust

to come to the club in a ball gown, but hearing his words made her

me like this?

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

her.

in your private life.” he withdrew his hand impassively and warned her, “Stephanie, you were the

leaving her stiff and numb without a

On one

approach them, while many others had

she was the one holding onto

her chin so that even there were tears,

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Chapter 279

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

We’ve traced it to… Dylan approached him

quickly followed suit, pretending as though the

jammers around the club’s perimeter. This model isn’t available on the market…”

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

a distant lamp post and rummaged through her purse in a flurry – lipstick, tissues, foundation, her phone–all scattered in disarray. In fact, she was not searching

bastard, she

Dominick at the Gordon Hotel. But now, having seen him in person, she decided there was nothing much left for

holding on to?” Her

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

around here,” Dylan noted with a meaningful glance towards the shadows on the right side of the

drop lower than in the city. Standing out here could