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.”

Dominick extended his arm and naturally wrapped it around the shoulder of the woman next

his hand touched her skin, Stephanie shivered.

people before them were stunned, not knowing how to

were on edge, her entire body alert, as if waiting for him to explode

her here “flirting with other men would surely anger him

was utterly unreasonable, always doing whatever he wanted and scolding her the moment he

strange atmosphere, everyone

didn’t get angry. At least not in front of the subordinates and partners. Dominick maintained his composure, turned to her, and said in a

silence as they walked away, not daring to utter

didn’t want to argue with him in front of so many people that she reluctantly followed his lead. Dominick’s

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

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

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

“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 words were

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

Damn it! All the gossip and

her teeth, her voice seething with suppressed anger, almost ready to explode.

ignored her.

deciding not to speak to

saint, 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 is really terrible.

state of dejection, her head lowered, staring blankly at the clean floor. She seemed to forget that it had been a long time since she had been this

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

was placed on her head, she snapped to attention, raising her head only to meet his familiar, deep eyes. Then,

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learn this, Stephanie stammered,

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 instinctively wanted to

Aurorastra looked at her, puzzled. Before he could say anything, a cold, commanding voice beside him interjected,

were