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

moment his hand touched her skin, Stephanie shivered.

stunned, not knowing how to react.

Dominick didn’t look at her, Stephanie’s nerves were on edge, her entire body alert, as if waiting for him to explode and scold her.

“flirting with other men

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

atmosphere, everyone suddenly became very

subordinates and partners. Dominick maintained his composure, turned to her, and said in a calm tone,

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

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

awkward. She didn’t need to

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

put on display. Just like last time when she walked out of Room 502, embarrassed in front of a group of residents.

me,” she demanded in a low, angry voice. “I have my own freedom. I can go wherever I want. What’s wrong with coming to this club to make friends?

tightened pressing their bodies closer together, making it seem as if she was willingly leaning into

thinking. Damn it! All the gossip and

gritted her teeth,

still ignored her.

not to speak to

numbed herself to his coldness and hurtful actions, always making

hate you. As a husband, he is really terrible.

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

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

she snapped to attention, raising her head only to meet his familiar, deep eyes. Then, a cold, slightly heavy gun was placed in her

weapon in her hand, her expression lagging for a half–second. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to

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

this, Stephanie stammered, her

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 weapon

retired 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

were non–negotiable.