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.”

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

moment his hand touched her

before them were stunned, not knowing

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.

her here “flirting with

wanted and scolding her the moment he opened

strange atmosphere, everyone suddenly

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

silence as they walked away, not daring to utter

him in front of so many people that she reluctantly followed his lead. Dominick’s expression

awkward. She didn’t need to

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

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

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

only tightened pressing their bodies closer together, making it seem as if she was

All the gossip and whispers will definitely be aimed at me again!

exactly are you trying to do?” she gritted her teeth, her voice seething with suppressed anger,

still ignored her.

not to speak to him

but she had numbed herself to his coldness and hurtful

Don’t make me hate you. As a husband, he is really terrible.

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 time since she

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

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

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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

want to learn this, Stephanie stammered, her voice

never let her handle such dangerous things. Now, her fingers felt cold, and she instinctively wanted to hand the weapon

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

words were non–negotiable.