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,

to say,” he started, 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 are you dressing

about, Dominick? Don’t

appropriate to come to the club in a ball gown, but hearing his words made her feel deeply embarrassed.

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

arm hard. Dominick didn’t expect her to bite

her.

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

anger, leaving her stiff and numb without a

On one

to approach them, while many others had already gathered and

was the one

herself to lift her chin so that even

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clubhouse gates, the night air was frigid, draped in a solemn

traced it to… Dylan approached him and

followed suit, pretending as though the previous scene

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

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

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

it, bastard, she murmured.

Dominick at the Gordon Hotel. But now, having seen him in person, she decided there was nothing much left for her to say. This version of him didn’t warrant any

holding on to?”

on the quiet outskirts in

a meaningful glance towards the shadows on

temperatures in the outskirts drop lower than in the city. Standing out