Crossroads

Chapter 295

When Stephanie woke up the next morning, her right hand felt useless. Her right arm ached terribly, and she doubted she had the strength to hold cutleries.

A surge of resentment rushed to her head. She glared at the ceiling for a while, vowing that if she had a gun right now, she’d shoot a few big holes into it.

“If you can’t get the hang of it, you’re not going anywhere tonight, that voice echoed in her mind, sending her blood pressure soaring. Dominick, you bastard!”

If it weren’t for her karate training from a young age, an ordinary woman wouldn’t have been able to endure it. It felt like he was rushing to see results, or maybe he was just toying with her, Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The club’s head shooting coach had even asked for her phone number. With a friendly expression, this burly coach told her, “Don’t forget to come next week.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Ms. Reed, don’t make it hard for me. The coach looked at her with pure eyes for so long that she eventually felt guilty and agreed.

Stephanie suddenly realized that Dominick had always been adept at bullying her. She hadn’t forgotten how he had deliberately hired two maids from poor rural areas to deal with ber when she lived at the Wellington Villa. The maids would look at her with innocent eyes and say pitifully. “Please don’t make it hard for us. Stephanie felt like if she didn’t comply, shed be struck by lightning.

Thinking about the past, a mixture of emotions surged through her.

Still filled with resentment, Stephanie brushed her teeth with her left hand, washed her face with her left hand, and scrolled/ through her phone with her left hand.

Now practically a cripple from last night’s exertion, all she wanted was to find some food to fill her stomach. Without eating her low blood sugar would make her mood even worse.

Stephanie quickly changed into casual clothes and prepared to head to a restaurant across from her apartment complex for breakfast.

the restaurant, her phone rang. It was someone from the production team of the Innovate Group,

identity, they all worked overnight to verify

to do than to mess with small employees like them. Unfortunately, Jack drew the short straw last night and was responsible for reporting the results

was selected. His voice was shallow, hoping Stephanie wouldn’t care too much

“Why?” she asked.

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divorce and had been fighting. When

out of things to say, leading to

Stephanie said icily, then hung up. They really

That night, Dominick had said,

her that she would get the advertisement. And she had foolishly spent the night

feeling like she had

at a loss

lift one’s spirits, and she was just starting to feel better when

mood.

60 dollars to her bank

and there was a message: [Bring me

request, yet he made it

I bring you breakfast?] She added

measure.

Dominick had seen it all and was not easily intimidated by a mere emoji.

to be near me, don’t you? Don’t

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gripping her phone as anger simmered. She hadn’t even asked him why he had moved to this old

his provocation wasn’t enough, so he sent another message: [Vincent said you pushed yourself so hard for this

replied: [Dominick, don’t flatter yourself!]

into it, “I would do it for a pig, a dog, or money, but for you! Don’t think the world revolves around you. You’re not that important.” She almost added, I could forget