Crossroads

George watched him stride toward the study, completely ignoring him. He was so angry that he wanted to smash his cane on Dominick

"Look at him! Look at that scoundrell"

"Mr. George Wellington, Mr. Wellington just got back from Aurorastra. Maybe give him a break before setting him up on a blind date... Brad said, barely holding back a chuckle.

George glared at Brad. "Give him a break? He's the Wellington family's only grandson, nearly 30 and still single. When am I going to see a great- grandchild?"

The living room table was still covered with a pile of photos and profiles of wealthy ladies. George had prepared everything, hoping Dominick would meet someone and bless him with a great grandchild.

"Mr. Wellington has never shown much interest in women..." Brad's face showed a hint of worry.

The vast villa was eerily quiet, home to over a hundred s e a t s but only two masters, George and Dominick, and George was deeply worried about Dominick's marriage.

George's expression grew stern, and he muttered, "That troublemaker always fights me. After all those years overseas, who knows what kind nonsense he has gotten himself into. If he says he doesn't want a kid, I'll kick him out!"

Brad looked at George and shook his head with a smile.

He didn't think Dominick's indifference to women would preclude his desire for a child.

"Mr. George Wellington, next month's Wellington family banquet will surely attract many distinguished ladies. Perhaps Mr. Wellington will find someone he likes.

Thinking about the upcoming banquet, George raised his eyebrow and gave a stern command.

"Spare no expense for the banquet, and let everyone know that if any woman who can capture that rascal's heart will be welcomed into the Wellington family, no matter her background..."

Time slipped by, and soon, it was the end of November, deep into the harsh winter, with Christmas just two weeks away.

The city glimmered with the soft glow of t wik I Christmas trees and vibrant festive lights, offering a comforting contrast to the biting winter chill.

Meanwhile, Stephanie sat gloomily in a coffee shop..

She sighed deeply and stirred her long-cold coffee, lost in thought.

Ever since she caught Kevin and Claire fooling around at Nelson Villa, she had moved back to her apartment, feeling numb all the time. Outside, the streets buzzed with holiday cheer, a cruel contrast to the chill in her heart.

Rubbing her temple, Stephanie felt a possible cold coming on, her body overheating, and a slight headache.

She called the waiter and paid the bill, thinking about returning to her apartment for a nap. As she rummaged through her purse, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Then, she suddenly remembered the night at the club with a stranger, how she had hastily left, forgetting her clothes and bag, which contained her driver's license and other identity documents.

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"Damn it!"

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Maybe she had a fever. Or maybe it was the thoughts about her husband having an affair and the fact that she had slept with a stranger that made her feel hurt.

"Stop playing the victim, Stephaniel What did you do to make my mom against our divorce? Why can't you just let go, you pathetic women?"

Suddenly, the doors of the cafe opened, and Kevin glared at her as if she were an enemy, his cold voice faced with scor Hearing this, Stephanie clenched her fist, clearly hurt by his words.

She pressed her lips tightly, lifted her chin to act tough, and strode past him without a word.

Kevin looked stunned, Seeing Stephanie ignore him, he felt annoyed and grabbed her arm.

"Let go!" Stephanie snapped, shaking him off in disgust.

Her reaction only irritated Kevin further. He sneered disdainfully, "Don't think too highly of yourself, Stephanie. I'm not here to beg. My mother wants you to come to the Wellington banquet with me."

"Not interested!"

Stephanie felt unwell, her head throbbing fiercely.

For over a month, she had wanted a divorce, but every time, she was m

refused by Stella with a simple command to stop causing trouble.

Kevin, following his mother's orders, dared not bring up the divorce again.

"Don't waste my time!" Kevin forcefully dragged her into the car.

"Stephanie, you'd better stay in a corner that nobody sees you. You were never qualified to attend the Wellington banquet.

Kevin coldly issued a warning, leaving her alone as he strode away.

The grand hall of Wellington Villa was prepared for a lavish banquet, m exuding luxury with a 30-foot-tall crystal chandelier that glittered overhead.

The whole place felt like an elaborate matchmaking banquet, with stunningly dressed ladies. Com everywhere.

Stephanie, feeling unwell and out of place, slipped away toward a quieter corner.

Unbeknownst to her, a piercing gaze i followed her every move, tracking her intensely.

"Dominick, do you know that it woman?"

Two distinguished men were leaning casually against the railing on the second floor of Wellington Villa, one of them asking curiously.

Dominick stared at Stephanie and didn't answer his question, keeping a stern expression.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.