Crossroads

In the middle of the night, downtown's most luxurious Flaining Bar was alive with energy, drawing in rich playboys, celebrities, and models mingle with the high society.

eaper to The thump of bass-heavy music, the dim flicker of lights, and sudden flashes of vibrant beams brought the dance floor to life as steking men and women moved to the beat, living in the moment.

As a soft yellow spotlight swept over the VIP entrance of the bar, a man casually walked in.

Bathed in the bright light, his tall stature and stern expression were striking, his slightly pressed thin lips adding to his cool, detached air that seemed unapproachable.

"Mr. Wellington, right this way, please..." The bar's general manager awaited at the entrance.

They stepped into the elevator and ascended directly to the top floor of the bar. Contrary to what's going on below, the top floor of the bar was much quieter.

The space was wide open, featuring simple yet elegant decor. Priceless oil paintings hung on the walls, and antique vases and statues were thoughtfully placed throughout the room.

At the far end of the eastern side was a place for storing fine wines, leading up to a semicircular bar. This area typically had no wait staff and was rarely frequented by guests.

"This place usually doesn't allow women, but since y you agreed to come on top today, well....

Suddenly, the sound of clinking glasses echoed, followed by a man's chuckle.

"Mr. Hayes, you did promise me the lead role in 'Crimson Autumn." You better not forget."

Her voice was flirtatious, accompanied by a charming laugh as she raised her glass to feed him a drink.

par. What can I do?" Vincent smirked.

"Too bad, the director said your acting isn't up to par. W

"Mr. Hayes, perhaps you should ask the ladies to leave first."

The bar's general manager approached Vincent Hayes and stood before him, speaking with a nervous tone.

Vincent, clearly enjoying the night, shot him a look of annoyance.

Lounging on an opulent dark green sola across the bar, another man suddenly chuckled, "Vincent, you're dead meat. You know that?"

"What?" Hearing Scott Roberts" sly smile, Vincent immediately became alert and lifted his head.

y as if he just saw something terrible. The next second, he met the eyes of the man before him. He quickly pushed the woman beside him away as Vincent jumped down from his chair, feigning disgust, "Get down, ladies. Who let you come up here, anyway?"

The actresses and models were curious why Vincent had changed suddenly, and they turned around, shocked.

"Mr. Wellington." The women couldn't hide their surprise and called out softly, almost a bit sultry.

However, Dominick remained expressionless, staring at Vincent coldly. Chapter 12

Vincent felt a shiver run down his spine. Everyone in their circle knew that Dominick had a particular disdain for women due to something in his past He quickly ushered the women downstairs, relieved to see that Dominick hadn't lost his temper.

"Dominick, I heard your grandfather forced you to get married today," Scott asked with a smile, pouring him a glass of wine.

Before Dominick could respond, Vincent burst out excitedly. "What? Dominick, you got married?"NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Vincent looked doubtful. Even if George did push Dominick, it usually wouldn't work. Dominick wasn't the type to cave so easily.

"Dominick, what's special about this woman?" Vincent was eager to know.

Dominick had no interest in dealing with the Hayes and spoke up gravely. "Where is my pocket watch?"

Vincent was about to hand over the pocket watch Dominick had lost when something flashed through his mind and shocked him.

"Dominick, don't tell me you married that... Vincent swung the exquisite golden pocket watch in his hand.

"Is it the woman who bit you last month, stole your coat, and pawned your pocket watch?"

Vincent had heard that right after returning from Aurorastra, Dominick had gone to a club to relax and m somehow ended up sleeping with a woman.. Knowing him, Vincent joked that Dominick had totally lost his mind. He usually despised women, yet he had slept with one.

Plus, he heard that this woman was bold enough to bite him, steal his coat, and even dare to pawn Dominick's cherished pocket watch to pay for a cab.

on her way to hell.

Vincent thought that woman was probably on Yet, Dominick had married her!

"Dominick, why on earth would you marry her?" Vincent wondered what kind of woman she was.

Dominick ignored him. He just stood up and snatched the pocket watch.

Scott glanced at the watch in Dominick's hand, lost in thoughts.

"You know, Dominick, that Stephanie did look familiar," Scott suddenly remarked.

Dominick took a slow sip of his drink. His fingers tightened around the pocket watch, but he said nothing.

Scott looked at the pocket watch again, knowing it held a picture of Dominick's ex-girlfriend, Jessica Carter,

And Stephanie actually looked so much like Jessica, who had passed away years ago....