Crossroads

Chapter 293

Jack was in a great mood tonight. He had just done a huge favor for Simon, an important client of the company. The project he was tracking seemed to be going smoothly. He approached with a big grin. “Congratulations, Stephanie! You’re about to enter the entertainment industry. Mr. Gower saw the advertisement you filmed and thinks your demeanor is perfect for at Republic–era drama he’s investing in. You should thank Mr. Gower

Stephanie stood rigidly, her expression complex, and didn’t respond. Meanwhile, Simon and Eloise also had strange looks, as if they hadn’t heard a word Jack said.

Jack was puzzled when, suddenly, a deep, unfamiliar voice from his left asked, “And how should she thank him?”

Unfazed. Jack smiled and began instructing. “Of course, she should work hard for Mr. Gower… As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced casually at the man with a strong presence standing to his left. Instantly, his face froze, his expression turning stiff. He was so shocked that his lips twitched as if he had a muscle spasm.

“Mr. Wellington,” Jack called out.

He screamed inwardly, ‘It’s Dominick! What is he doing here?”

Jack stared at the man before him, too nervous to breathe.

Having worked at the Innovate Group for eight years, he knew how vast and complex the company was. Although there were many leaders in charge of different regions and sectors, the head honcho was just one man.

Jack had attended the company’s annual gala once and had seen Dominick from afar, a memory that left a deep impression.

Dominick was the kind of person you’d never forget once you laid eyes on him. That momentum and innately noble and intimidating, with a hint of ruthlessness.

presence w

Jack felt his heart racing uncontrollably and stammered, “Mr. Wellington… Hello, it’s an honor to meet you.”

Eloise and the others awkwardly tried to smile and say something. Suddenly, Dominick extended his arm and naturally wrapped it around the shoulder of

hand touched her skin, Stephanie shivered.

were stunned, not knowing

her entire body alert, as if

with other men would surely

was utterly unreasonable, always doing whatever he wanted and scolding

strange atmosphere, everyone suddenly

and partners. Dominick maintained his composure, turned to her, and said

stunned silence as they

want to argue with him in front of so many people that she reluctantly followed his lead. Dominick’s expression remained calm, but his grip

and awkward. She didn’t need to look back to

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was always the center of attention. Standing beside him, Stephanie felt no sense of vanity that other women might. She just felt uncomfortable.

on display. Just like last time when she walked out of Room 502, embarrassed in

in a low, angry voice. “I have my own freedom. I can go wherever I want. What’s wrong with coming

to shrug off his arm, but his grip only tightened pressing their bodies closer

was furious, thinking. Damn it! All the gossip and whispers will definitely be aimed at

do?” she gritted her teeth, her voice seething with suppressed anger, almost ready

ignored her.

her lips, deciding not

she had numbed herself to his coldness and hurtful actions,

Don’t make me hate you. As a husband, he is really

of dejection, her head lowered, staring blankly at the clean floor. She seemed to forget that it had been a

while, she heard a voice nearby. “Mr. Wellington, everything

specially designed noise–canceling headphones was placed on her head, she snapped to attention, raising her head only to meet his familiar, deep

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don’t want to learn this, Stephanie stammered, her voice tinged with

pampered her, he never let her handle such dangerous things. Now, her fingers felt cold, and she instinctively wanted to hand

retired coach from Aurorastra looked at her, puzzled. Before he could say anything, a cold, commanding voice

were non–negotiable.