Crossroads

Chapter 291

There wasn’t even a trace of lingering warmth left from an embrace after they had gone to bed. What did this even mean?

“Damn it, what does he take me for?” Stephanie cursed under her breath at the ceiling of room 302. She was angry, but her eyes were filled with confusion and frustration.

Last night, Dominick had despicably coerced her into his room. His actions were hasty and demanding. He hadn’t turned on the lights, so she couldn’t see his expression clearly. Exhausted, he had fallen asleep. Her mind had been a tangled mess. and truthfully, she had felt a bit of longing.

When she woke up, the pillow beside her was cold. He had already left.

Still groggy. Stephanie noticed the clothes scattered on the floor. Her heart was

in turmoil, filled with mixed emotions. She grabbed her long coat and quickly fled. She had forgotten to wear underwear the night before, which played right into his hands as if she had served herself up on a silver platter. It was infuriating.

Her hair was disheveled, and she wrapped herself in the coat as she hurried out. She looked truly pitiful.

Just as she stepped out, the elevator across the hall chimed, and a group of residents walked out and bumped into her.

Stephanie blushed as the residents‘ eyes filled with suggestive disdain. The property manager, who had been patrolling the night before, passed by and said. “Ms. Reed, don’t you live in 402 I couldn’t find you with the spare key last night. You didn’t go home to sleep?”

state. Even an idiot could guess what she had been up to last night. Stephanie lowered her head, wishing she could

husband!” she shouted suddenly, lifting her head in a burst of emotion and

ever. Why

burning with shame, she fled back to

hid for two days, not wanting to see anyone. She didn’t even order takeout. Probably because she had eaten too many frozen meals and her brain felt undernourished, every time she looked up while lounging in the

lives right above me. He actually lives right above me! Why does he have to live here?”

but he refused to say.

her feelings. If it was a contest of coldness, she vowed to be even colder than him, ignoring all these questions and ignoring him.

The advertising team from the Innovate Group called her. “Are the results our?” she

all get together and get to know each other better. We’ll be working together from

we’d have results in three days. She

the rules by now. Besides, we’re not those shady types. Eloise and the others are here, too. It’ll be good for you to meet some bigwigs. Hurry up and come

answer, but the mention of that particular club changed Stephanie’s

for a minute. Then she

later, Stephanie walked into a spacious club on

because it was so large and had few patrons.

purely for his own entertainment. The club spanned over 50,000 square feet and had just over 1,000 anonymous members, with a staff of

featured a boxing ring and a shooting range and even offered equestrian lessons at a company–owned stable. All the equipment

open to anyone. As expected, as soon as Stephanie approached the counter, two polite security guards blocked her

security guards looked tall, bandsome,

not a member here. My friends are having a gathering, and was invited, Stephanie responded calmly. She wasn’t a novice. She knew that many high–end clubs

allowed inside. The staff’s refusal was polite but firm, in

to ask for help. Just then, the main door opened, and a male employee from the Innovate Group, the one who had called

you taking so long? Mr. Gower and the others are waiting for you,” he said impatiently, his tone reproachful. “Hurry up. With this attitude, how do you expect to survive in this industry?” As he spoke, he reached out to grab