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?”

you want to say? Stephanie was so angry that she wanted to push him away, but his fingers were held tight,

his face darkening to an ugly expression as he noticed her off–shoulder aqua silk gown, exposing her skin. Coldly. he continued, “Mrs. Wellington, who exactly

you talking about,

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

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

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

her.

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

instantly extinguished Stephanie’s anger, leaving her stiff

On one

entrance, Dylan hesitated to approach them, while

was the one holding onto him relentlessly.

chin so that even there

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quiet clubhouse gates, the night air was frigid, draped

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

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

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

her head down, slipping away from their attention. She moved silently, trying to

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, she was not searching for anything in particular; she was just overwhelmed, trying to mask her inner

bastard, she murmured.

But now, having seen him in person, she decided there was nothing much left for her to say. This version of

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

cut through her gown. She was standing on the quiet outskirts in the dead of night,

Wellington, it’s rather difficult to hail a cab around here,” Dylan noted with a

the city. Standing out