Crossroads

Chapter 285

The night market at Tempa Street was alive with illuminated shops and eateries, adorned with vintage–style billboards overhead. This area was a hub of street food stalls, each manned by local expert chefs with stir–fried seafood in large woks.

Despite the chilly winter streets, the atmosphere remained vibrant. Neon lights twinkled brightly around the bustling streets, where crowds moved about, enveloped in the fragrant aromas of sizzling dishes.

Stephanie wandered through the scene, curiosity evident in her gaze.

Perhaps due to her striking appearance or unconventional attire tonight, she caught the eye of diners at several food stalls, who openly praised her as she passed.

*Beautiful, are you interested in trying our signature set meal! I guarantee you’ll find it delightfull” Suddenly, a jovial food stall owner beside her called out in the local language of Harlington.

Stephanie halted, turning to look at him.

Seeing the middle–aged, plump owner’s friendly smile, even though she didn’t understand his words, she knew well–fed chefs usually cooked well.

Hence, she nodded.

The tables and chairs of the street stalls were open–air, contrasting sharply with the refined formality of five–star hotels. Here, one could feel entirely at ease.

around them were packed, creating a bustling scene. Laughter and the clinking of beer glasses filled the air as patrons savored their meals under the glow of flickering

to glance

ever eaten at a

approached with a

five–star hotel experience, that’s not what we offer. Life is about enjoying yourself, whether it’s gourmet cuisine or

of

the local language of Harlington, she struggled to grasp the nuances of the language, but she could infer from his initial words that he was asking if she was unfamiliar with food stalls.

during the early days after leaving Reed Villa when she lived modestly but found fascination in exploring new

prolonged scrutiny of the men stemmed from a sudden realization that Dominick and his circle would never dine so

many of you!” Loak’s interruption brought Stephanie back to the present. Her eyes widened slightly, betraying

a demeanor accustomed to eccentric customers, Look smiled gently and gestured toward the men’s suit jacket draped over her shoulders. “Are you here with your boyfriend?” He held up

men’s jacket she had borrowed

have another friend joining us soon,” Stephanie replied. Loak, known for his cheerful and humorous disposition, initially worried about the language barrier and communication problems between them. Tempa Street in Harlington was renowned for its vibrant night market,

with pride, his hearty laughter filling the air. “No worries, having many

Stephanie couldn’t help but smile in response.