Crossroads

Stephanie sneaked into the venue of the cocktail party.

She didn't quite understand why she had come, just feeling a bit concerned and restless deep down.

She thought, "Stella and Kevin will definitely attend the Innovate Group's anniversary celebration, so there is a chance Claire may show up.

Stephanie really wanted to know what Dominick and Claire were hiding. "Is the helping Claire to plot against me?"

To her disappointment, Claire didn't show up tonight.

The cocktail party had officially begun. "The man on stage is the current CEO of the Innovate Group," a stranger next to her whispered, pointing towards the podium.

Then he lowered his head, glanced at Stephanie, and smiled, "Ms. Carter, I heard you're in a romantic relationship with him." He chuckled amiably as if merely curious.

Stephanie felt a bit awkward. This man mistook her for Jessica Carter.

Unable to produce an invitation, she could only play along..

At this moment, the lights dimmed, and Dominick stood on the podium, spotlights highlighting his outstanding demeanor, instantly becoming the center of attention.

Stephanie stood among the crowd, occasionally hearing whispers of admiration from women around her, all eyes fixed on the stage.

The distance between them wasn't much, but Stephanie keenly felt the disparity at this moment.

The gap between her and him reminded her of Diana's admonition.

Dominick was s the kind of man she shouldn't fall in love with Falling for him would only lead to irreversible consequences.

What kind of woman will a man like him belong to?" Stephanie didn't know, but she was certain it wasn't her.

As she pondered, a scorching gaze from the stage suddenly directed towards her.

When she met his deep gaze, Stephanie felt a tremor.

Dominick's speech was brief. He quickly returned the microphone to the host and strode down from the stage as if realizing something.

"Dominick." In a soft voice, a woman rushed into his arms as soon as he stepped down from the stage.

Stephanie, standing afar, looked dazed for a moment. She hesitated momentarily, turned around, and walked straight towards the exit.

"Why did I even come... Stephanie muttered self-deprecatingly to herself. Her head was down, and her footsteps hastened.

"Go away." Dominick's voice was cold and displeased.

"Dominick, I've been receiving those anonymous threats recently. It's frightening Jessica clung tightly to his arm, her voice soft and gentle, evoking a sense of pity.

"Ms. Carter, please don't bother me."

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Dominick looked impatient, lacking any trace of pity, forcefully pushing her away. "Go away."

He looked anxiously towards the previous position, but there was no one.

He thought, "Did I see it wrong? It was Jessica, but not her?'

"Dominick, are you going home so soon?"

Vincent and Dominick left the party together, heading directly to the underground parking lot.

He just saw the scene where Jessica took the initiative to embrace Dominick, but unfortunately, he remained indifferent.

Dominick's expression was cold, and he was not answering him. At this moment, the two walked side by side towards the car.

Because George was also at today's cocktail party, Dominick had all the e bodyguards follow the old man to prevent any mishaps.

Vincent took out the car keys and pressed the button remotely, reaching out to open the car door as he asked, "Dominick, why didn't you let Stephanie go out..."

"Dominick!" Suddenly, a sinister voice rang out, followed by a sharp, ear-piercing gunshot.

"Bang!"

Get d

"Get down!" Almost at the same time, Dominick urgently shouted to Vincent.

Vincent's face turned pale with shock, quickly ducking behind the car with Dominick, Bullets pounded into the metal of the vehicle, creating a terrifying sound.

"Dominick, come out!"

The man on the other side, dressed in a sharp suit, looked like an elite, but now he seemed to have lost control. His face contorted with rage, his bloodshot eyes glaring, and he was approaching them with a gun in his right hand.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

"Dominick!"

He seemed to hate this name very much, roaring like a devil from hell, determined to take his life today.

Meanwhile, Stephanie, hiding behind a white Bentley, turned pale with fear.

She thought, 'What should I do?'

She had just come out of the elevator, intending to drive back to Wellington Villa. How could she have anticipated encountering such a terrifying gunfight, with that man wanting to kill Dominick.

Stephanie couldn't help but tremble, and her mind went blank. She kept telling herself to calm down and find a way to help them.

But when she lifted her gaze and looked into the opposite rearview mirror, she saw the man's ferocious expression, gun tightly gripped in his hand, closing in on Dominick.

"Bang!"

The bullet shot out from the barrel, the horrifying sound making her face turn pale with fear.

'Nol' Stephanie almost heard herself shouting loudly in her mind. Her feet felt weak, and she trembled as she was about to run towards them.

However, she had barely taken a step when she heard a familiar voice.

"Dominick, today is the company's anniversary. Shedding blood is inauspicious." Soon, Vincent's voice echoed in the spacious parking lot.

His tone was calm and devoid of panic. Stephanie peeked out. She was puzzled as she looked towards them.

Then, she breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, they are okay."

The man who had attacked with a gun was subdued by Dominick against the car.

Dominick held the man's hands with his right hand, pressing down on the back of his neck with his left hand.

"Wanted to kill me?" Dominick asked, his voice clear and cold, as if the horrifying scene just now didn't affect him at all.

"Dominick, you shall rot in hell" The man yelled uncontrollably, his voice filled with hatred, struggling with all his might.

However, his gun had fallen to the ground, subdued by Dominick, and all his efforts were in vain.

"Your dad's death has nothing to do with Dominick."

Vincent wasn't too shocked by the situation either. This was not their first, and he could immediately guess the reason after seeing clearly the man in front of him.

"He was the one who killed my dad! Dominick, you cold-blooded beast. It was you. You killed my dad!"

The man's face was pressed against the car window. His face was squeezed and deformed, and the sound he spat out was eerie and angry.

"My old man pat in almost thirty years at the Innovate Group. Then, this year, out of the blue, you, Dominick Wellington, swooped in and snagged the CEO spot. And what did you do to secure your grip on power? You stomped on those loyal workers who'd been holding this place up for years. Dominick, you're a cold blooded, heartless devil, and you'll burn in hell for it!"

"Click." Dominick gestured to Vincent, taking the gun in his right hand and skillfully loading it. He pressed the cold metal barrel against the man's temple.

He didn't seem to mind the man's curses but chuckled coldly, "Do you want to go down and accompany that useless old man of yours?"

The man's face went pale with fear, and the cold, terrifying touch of the metal on his temple made him shudder instinctively.

"Dominick, don't you get too high and mighty. There's a long line of folks out there who'd love to see you six feet under," he suppressed his fear, trembling as he shouted.

Dominick's tactics were ruthless. He never left room for mercy, having offended many people in the business world. They dared not directly challenge him but held grudges against him."

"You really think you've got what it takes to end me?" Dominick pressed the barrel closer, his voice cold and contemptuous.

Vincent looked at the gun in Dominick's hand, feeling worried. He thought, "If this man's not scared to meet his maker and keeps poking at Dominick, he's asking to get shot."

In such a standoff, someone would die or get hurt.

Dominick never showed mercy to his enemies.

Vincent tried to reason, "you can't blame jus for your dad jumping off the branch building at Westerfield. The police ruled it as a suicide case. I suggest you calm down..."

"No! It's not truel" The man's emotions surged upon hearing about his father's suicide. Dominick, it's it must be you who forced my you m

dad to resign. He worked for the company for thirty years. He would never quit upon his will.

"And I found out you weren't there on the day of the Westerfield branch opening.

But my dad was on the rooftop and asked to talk to you on the phone. What did you say to him at that time?

"Dominick, you heartless bastard! You didn't even lift a finger to stop Pat if him. Instead, you told your lackey that if he took the plunge, just get some janitor to mop up the mess. You're not a person. You're a damn demon. You're the one who should be six feet under!"

The man's voice was filled with hatred and despair, echoing in the spacious underground parking lot.

Meanwhile, Stephanie, who was in the distance, was utterly stunned. She didn't fully understand what kind of person Dominick was, but she knew he wouldn't try to persuade someone contemplating suicide. He wasn't that sympathetic.

She had known for a long time that Dominick was a dangerous man.

It was just that recently, after spending time with him, she had inexplicably forgotten his true nature. Now, hearing these words, Stephanie's heart was filled with complex and conflicting emotions, her hands clenched into fists.

Vincent glanced at Dominick, seeing his cold profile. He knew he wasn't going to explain himself.

Vincent didn't want bloodshed there. Anyone who provoked Dominick wouldn't have a good outcome.

"Why do you think your father would easily agree to resign?" Vincent said quickly,

"Your father abused his authority, profited millions, and used the company for smuggling."

The man froze, then fervently retorted, "No, that's impossible! You're making things up. My dad would never do such things."

ined indiffe He kept struggling, more agitated than ever. In contrast, Dominick remained indifferent. "Your father is nothing but trash."

"Shut up, Dominick! Shut up!" Unable to tolerate someone mocking his deceased father, he roared om ferociously, "Dominick, don't you dare get cocky. You have family, too. I won't let you off. Even if I die, I won't let you off. I'll kill your wife and make you taste the pain of loss..."

"Bang!"

Before he could finish his words, his head was bleeding profusely.

Something had enraged Dominick completely. He viciously smashed the man's head against the car window, the shattered glass cutting his cheek, blood streaming down.

Dominick's fingers were stained crimson, dripping with blood Vincent stood beside them, his expression flickering with shock while Dominick's face was dark and sinister.

"Your father called me, begging me to regain his dignity and former superiority.

He tried to threaten me with his life."

Dominick's blood-stained fingers suddenly clenched tightly, gripping the man's throat mercilessly as he sneered.

is kind of trash actually wants to threaten me with

"If he's dead, then there's nothing left. He didn't even have the guts to face his failure. This his pathetic life, trying to make me feel guilty. It's really laughablel"

"Bang!" Dominick's face was twisted with disgust as he threw the bleeding man to the floor.

"Throw him in the slammer for a couple of years," Dominick ordered Vincent coldly.

But as soon as he said the words, he seemed to feel something. He suddenly turned around and looked behind him.

Dominick narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp and ruthless. "Who's there? Show yourself." His cold voice echoed in the spacious underground parking lot.