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.

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

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

moment his hand touched her

were stunned, not

on edge, her entire body alert, as

here “flirting with other

doing whatever he wanted and scolding her

everyone suddenly

front of the subordinates and partners. Dominick maintained his

in stunned silence as they walked away, not daring

followed his lead. Dominick’s expression remained calm, but his grip on her shoulder

didn’t need to look back to know countless curious

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attention. Standing beside him, Stephanie felt no sense of vanity that other women might. She just

last time when she walked out of Room 502, embarrassed in front of a group

voice. “I have my own freedom. I can go wherever I want. What’s wrong with coming to this club to make friends? Let go of me. I like it here. Her

his arm, but his grip only tightened pressing their bodies closer together, making it

the gossip and whispers will definitely be aimed

teeth, her voice seething with suppressed anger,

ignored

her lips, deciding not to speak

a saint, but she had numbed herself to his coldness and hurtful

you. As a husband,

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

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

of specially designed noise–canceling headphones was placed on her head, she snapped to attention, raising her head only to meet his familiar, deep eyes. Then, a cold, slightly heavy gun

a half–second. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find

can try firing at the target before you get a feel for it. This model has a recoil suitable for women. I’ll observe your performance first, then teach you the specifics… The head coach at

Stephanie stammered, her voice tinged

an ordinary person. Even when her grandfather pampered her, he never let her handle such dangerous things. Now, her fingers felt cold, and she instinctively wanted to hand

looked at her, puzzled. Before he could say anything, a cold, commanding voice beside him interjected, “If you can’t get the hang of it, you’re not going anywhere tonight.”

words were non–negotiable.