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.”

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

touched her

before them were stunned, not knowing how

at her, Stephanie’s nerves were on edge, her entire body alert, as if waiting for him to

seeing her here “flirting with other men

whatever he wanted and scolding her the moment he opened

everyone suddenly became very cautious.

front of the subordinates and partners. Dominick

the others watched in stunned silence as they walked away, not daring to utter a word.

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 on her shoulder tightened, causing

felt every step was stiff and awkward. She didn’t need to look back to know

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was always the center of attention. Standing beside him, Stephanie

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

we going? Let go of me,” she demanded in a low, angry voice. “I have my own freedom. I can go wherever I want. What’s wrong

their bodies closer together, making it seem as if she was willingly leaning into his chest.

All the gossip and

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

ignored her.

deciding not to speak to him either.

but she had numbed herself to his coldness and hurtful actions, always making excuses for him that he just

hate you. As a husband, he

floor. She seemed to forget that it had been a long time since she

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

pair 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 was placed in

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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 the

coach from Aurorastra 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

were non–negotiable.