Crossroads

Chapter 280

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is with her.”

Oscar escorted Stephanie to the entrance of the residential complex and finally updated her on Molly’s situation, pointing out that there was no need to worry about Molly.

Standing outside the car, Stephanie peered through the window at Oscar’s handsome face and his deep eyes, clear and seemingly holding not

secrets.

Oscar appeared unflinchingly comfortable under her scrutiny, meeting her gaze without hesitation.

After a tense standoff of three minutes, Stephanie declared abruptly, “I’m going back,” and turned towards the residential area.

The white Bentley remained parked, silent and unmoving, until Stephanie disappeared from view. Ten minutes later, lights flickered to life in Room 402 of the apartment. Oscar snapped out of his reverie, his eyes momentarily lowered before he started the engine and drove away.

Unaware of his thoughts, Stephanie hurried back to her somber apartment. She swiftly shed the sky–blue off–shoulder evening gown she had worn. earlier. Riding the elevator back up, she encountered several residents who eyed her with curiosity.

After all, few could afford such an expensive outfit in such an unassuming neighborhood

Stephanic angrily tossed the dress into a corner of the bathroom and kicked it twice with force, venting her frustration.

“Damn it

“Who exactly are you dressing like this for? Who are you entertaining in the hotel room tonight?” Dominick’s voice echoed incessantly in her mind. She reminded herself there were many things to ponder – Lucy, Mason, Matthew. Above all, she yearned to see her children and was willing to endure anything

If Lucy hadn’t lied and had indeed found her children, Stephanie wouldn’t need Dominick if he still couldn’t remember anything!

‘Bastard!‘ she cursed.

Stephanie stuffed the expensive dress into a large trash bag, her anger towards the Wellington family blazing in her heart. She wanted to discard it immediately so she wouldn’t be bothered every time she saw it again.

The woman from Room 402 is weird…”

Two elderly women, who had just finished their workout, entered the elevator as they chatted animatedly.

“Yeah, I noticed too. She doesn’t seem to enjoy conversing with others. Bernice, do you think she’s someone’s sugar baby?”

Stephanie lifted her gaze expressionlessly towards them, but they were engrossed in their conversation, completely ignoring her presence.

conclusions here. Besides, whatever she does for

if she’s that pretty, it’s possible she’s being supported by a man. Let’s just hope she doesn’t bring any strange

Stephanie with a blank expression on her face. There was

gossiping eagerly. “That

Unit 502 is even more peculiar.”

Stephanie alone in the cramped space as the sudden silence filled the

of Unit 502!

began

rumors about this nous apartment, even an average person could

lay hidden behind a heavy shroud of clouds, leaving the vast, dark

an ordinary person could climb down, she could climb up.

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Stephanie

dress. She was

don’t you grab something to eat? It’s

figure approached her. Scott’s gentle voice carried a hint of teasing as he pointed toward the food area

“How can

mood to eat, what are you doing here?”

impassive, unable to retort. She had planned to come and indulge

feeling dejected. Places for business networking

was palpable, his eyes narrowing into slits as he reproached, “Ms. Snuggleton, are you planning to just walk away like this! “You’ve used me, and now you

the gap between them in a single stride, Scott loomed over her, leaving only a mere fist’s distance between their

things like that.” Molly stammered, her words rushed and

closer, his voice low and deliberate. Then

only know you, Molly managed to utter, her

proximity. “Do you think I escorted you into this gathering only to have you ditch me?

Molly f

struggling to find a coherent response. “Well, L.“”

Disappointed, Scott straightened up, his expression a mix of reproach

anger and embarrassment, her

it, why does everyone think they can push me around so easily? Molly pondered angrily.

cut through the tension. She

her will, she had opted to appease her stomach instead. Piling her plate high with seafood from the nearby buffet, she had settled into a quiet corner, hoping to avoid any unwanted attention – only to encounter

managed, forcing a polite smile as she tried to maintain composure. This was, after all, an event hosted by the Innovate Group,

adorned in a form–fitting red gown that curve,