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.”

something. Suddenly, Dominick extended his arm and naturally wrapped it around the shoulder of the

touched her skin, Stephanie

them were stunned, not knowing

her entire body alert, as if

with other men would surely

wanted and scolding her the

atmosphere, everyone

not in front of the subordinates and partners. Dominick maintained his composure, turned

they

him in front of so many people that she reluctantly followed his lead. Dominick’s expression remained calm, but his grip on her shoulder

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

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

like last time when she walked

wherever I

grip only tightened pressing their bodies closer together, making it seem

gossip and

gritted her teeth, her voice seething with suppressed

ignored her.

lips, deciding not to speak to him either.

never a saint, but she had numbed herself to his coldness and hurtful actions, always making

me hate you. As

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

heard a voice nearby. “Mr. Wellington, everything is ready.”

placed on her head, she snapped to attention, raising her head only to meet his familiar,

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want to learn this, Stephanie stammered,

person. Even when her grandfather pampered her, he never let her

voice beside him

words were non–negotiable.