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.”

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

touched her skin, Stephanie

them were stunned, not

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

that seeing her here “flirting with other men would surely anger him again.

wanted and

this strange atmosphere, everyone suddenly

to Stephanie’s surprise, he didn’t get angry. At least not in front of the subordinates and partners.

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

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 her

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

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

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

own freedom. I can go wherever I want. What’s wrong

arm, but his grip only tightened pressing their bodies closer together, making it seem as if she was

thinking. Damn it! All the gossip and whispers

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

ignored her.

deciding not to speak to

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

make me hate you. As a husband,

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

she heard a voice nearby. “Mr. Wellington,

a 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.

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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 the shooting range addressed her in awkwardly accented Aurithian.

learn this, Stephanie stammered,

was, she was still an ordinary person. Even when her grandfather pampered her, he never let her handle such dangerous things. Now, her fingers felt cold, and she

anything, a cold, commanding voice beside

were non–negotiable.