Crossroads

Dominick's face darkened as he strode forward briskly, his gaze fixed on the white Bentley ahead. Just moments ago, he sensed something off in this area.

"Who's there?" Vincent also walked over nervously.

They scanned the surroundings, but there was no one around.

"Help, help!" At this moment, a woman rushed over from the east entrance of the underground parking lot.

She looked terrified, panting anxiously as she ran and cried out, "Mr. Wellington, Jessica has been forcibly abducted. Please help me...

The woman was Jessica's manager, Annie Folbre.

Dominick didn't even glance at her. His impatience was evident, and his brows furrowed as he looked around persistently.

"Mr. Wellington, those people were armed and threatened us. I really, really had no choice. Please help Annie looked at him anxiously, her words slightly stuttered.

"In a situation like this, you should call the police." Vincent kindly suggested, his expression indifferent, not concerned about Jessica being abducted.

The real world was cruel, and they weren't charitable souls.

Annie hastily took out a few letters from her bag, nervously saying, "Mr. Wellington, Jessica has been receiving anonymous threats recently. At first, we thought it was just fans playing pranks or maybe from competitors, but later, we found out it wasn't. These letters were targeting the Innovate Group and you."

Vincent's expression changed upon hearing her words, immediately taking the letters from Annie's hand.

The handwriting clearly showed that the letters were written by the same person, and Annie was not lying. These letters indeed targeted Dominick and the group.

[Your man is a heartless scoundrel]

[The Innovate Group is driving us to desperation, and the most damned ones are you and Dominick Wellington.)

[You wretched woman, I'll ruin you. I will capture it all to let everyone know that Dominick has been cuckolded, to shame him, to make him regret.]

The last line was so viciously written that it tore through the paper.

Just looking at it made Vincent feel the hatred, and he couldn't help but feel nervous. "Who could have written this?"

"Dominick." Vincent grabbed these letters and approached Dominick.

Dominick was squatting down and found a drop of blood on the floor behind a white Bentley. He lightly touched the drop of blood, which had not yet solidified.

He thought, "There really was someone here just now."

Dominick looked at the bloodstain with a complicated expression, feeling inexplicably restless.

"Dominick, take a look at these." Vincent didn't know why he suddenly squatted down. He handed the letters to him, thinking, 'It seems

10:43 Sat, 22 Jun Chapter TO Jessica's abduction was indeed related to Dominick."

But Dominick stood straight with a cold face as if he didn't care much, casually scanning through the letters.

He turned to look at Annie and said coldly, "I'm not the police."

Annie's face turned pale, thinking, "How could this man be so heartless."

But this was important, so she trembled and continued pleading, "Mr. Wellington, Jessica has been by your side for years. Maybe there was a misunderstanding before, and I'm sorry on her behalf. She's in critical condition now, and I hope you can forgive her and send out search teams. I'm afraid something might happen to her."

Dominick hesitated for a moment, then glanced behind him.

Looking at the man who had collapsed from blood loss, he furrowed his brows. As if he had realized something, he strode directly towards the car.

"Did you find something?" Vincent sensed his anxiety.

"You stay here and take care of this" Dominick's gaze turned colder, his voice deep.

With that, as if he had no patience to linger here, he snatched Vincent's car keys, got into the driver's seat, and sped away.

Vincent was bewildered as he looked at the departing car. "He really can't wait to get back home."

"Mr. Wellington, what about Jessica? How could you..."

Annie was stunned. She thought, "He didn't even utter a word of concern. He just left like that'

"Call the police. Jessica's abduction may be related to the Bretherton," Vincent spoke softly, turning his head, his gaze complex as he looked at the man who had already passed out from blood loss.

He picked up his phone and contacted the police to ask them to handle the previous attack and Jessica's taking away.

With Dominick's overhaul of the Innovate Group, those old-school loyalists within the company harbored resentment. They hated him but didn't dare attack him directly.

So, naturally, the people around him became their first targets for retaliation.

"Where is Stephanie?" Dominick drove back to Wellington Villa in a hurry. Looking at the maid before him, he immediately inquired about Stephanie's whereabouts.

It was half past nine in the evening. Seeing Dominick's unpleasant expression, the maid nervously replied, "Mrs. Wellington has been in her bedroom since dinner."

Dominick had instructed to keep an eye on Stephanie, forbidding her from leaving, and she must retire to her bedroom after ten.

Hearing that she was in her bedroom, Dominick's cold expression softened slightly.

He strode straight back to the villa on the east side, but as soon as he stepped into the door, he felt something was wrong with the deserted atmosphere.

He pondered, "She is going to bed this early? That's not like her at all'

Feeling inexplicably irritable, he quickened his pace and went straight to the second floor, forcefully pushing open the door to the bedroom.

Chapter TO The spacious room was brightly lit, everything neatly arranged as usual, but Dominick's expression changed, his lips tightly pressed. He hurriedly walked to the bathroom, slamming the door with a bang. It swung revealing an empty space inside.

"Where is she?' he wondered.

The study on the right, the cloakroom, the balcony... There was no sign of her.

"Mr. Wellington, we really don't know." The maid trembled with fear upon learning that Stephanie was missing.

"Mrs. Wellington returned to her bedroom after dinner and didn't inform us." Stephanie's longtime caretaker, Sandra, hurried over anxiously. Her voice was strained with worry as she continued, "We have searched the entire villa and still couldn't find her. The security guard has no record of her leaving." Dominick's expression darkened. "I have all of you to keep an eye on her, yet she still manages to disappear. Get out there and find her now!"

"Yes, Mr. Wellington." The group of servants nodded in panic. Coincidentally, there was a company party tonight, and George and the butler were at the event. Usually, these servants held Dominick in considerable awe, but now the entire Wellington household staff was in a state of panic. Dominick stood in the elegant and quaint corridor on a quiet night with a full moon hanging high. He held his phone impatiently, and all he received was the cold, mechanical echo of voicemail.

'She had turned off her phone!'

He squinted, glancing down at the bloodstain on his finger, and clenched his fist tightly.

He wondered, 'Where did she go?"

"Mr. Wellington, we captured Mrs. Wellington's figure on the surveillance outside the wall. She climbed over the north wall of the villa at 7:40 PM." A guard came over quickly.

'Did she go to the party? Dominick's mind flashed with memories of tonight's attack in the parking lot and the anonymous letters mentioned by Jessica's agent

"Get the records and surveillance footage from the party right away. Let me know immediately if there's any update on Stephanie!"

Dominick tightly grasped his phone, feeling a sense of unease gnawing at his chest, making him increasingly agitated.

"Vincent, where is Randall Bretherton right now?"

Vincent was puzzled when he suddenly received a call from Dominick. His gloomy voice expressed palpable anxiety. It seemed like something major had happened.

"I'm at the police station now. What's going on?"

"I'm asking you, where is Randall right now!" dominick's impatience was evident in his voice.

Randall Bretherton was the man who had attacked Dominick tonight, the eldest son of Wyatt Bretherton, the former general manager of the Innovate Group, who had jumped from a bylilding at the Westerfield branch last week:

Hearing Dominick's urgent tone, Vincent didn't dare to hesitate. He immediately replied "RandallPost consciousness due to excessive blood loss. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

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"Send someone right now to wake him up!"

Dominick's voice was sinister, and he said fiercely, "Check whether the handwriting on the anonymous, letters received by Jessica is related om to Randall Also, have the forensic team immediately collect blood samples from the parking spot EC5620 at the hotel and compare them with samples of Stephanie in the hospital."

A suspicion began to take root and grow in his mind. Dominick looked at the full moon and became increasingly agitated.

"Stephanie?" Vincent didn't understand why Dominick suddenly issued these instructions. Then, he realized something and asked urgently, "Dominick, do you think Stephanie was also at the parking lot just now?"

Annie, who gave a statement at the police station with Vincent, rushed forward anxiously and shouted, "Is it Mr. Wellington? Mr. Wellington, you have to save Jessica. She's in real danger now. Please send someone to save her.

Dominick hung up the phone, feeling even worse after hearing Annie's words.

Stephanie wasn't like those high-profile socialites. She was capable of sneaking out by climbing walls. It wasn't unusual. Maybe she was just throwing a tantrum and wandering outside.

But her absence from the bedroom made him increasingly restless, especially after everything that had happened tonight.

In a cold tone, he instructed the servants before him, "Get some people over to Reed Villa right away and look into Diana's nursing home."

"Where are you? He stood quietly in the darkness of the night, tilting his head back to gaze at the full mo Perhaps this was what they called worrying He couldn't control the constant worry in his heart, fearing that something might happen to her at any moment, feeling like he couldn't trust her safety anywhere. This emotion that didn't belong to him was somewhat absurd because this worry was unnecessary. He hadn't been by her side for the past six years, yet she had been living just fine. She didn't need him.

The silver moonlight cast a chilly shadow over his handsome figure, adding a touch of desolation to his solitude.

He had to get her back.

Stephanie rarely attended public events, and very few people outside knew about her. But if Randall and the others had targeted her...

Dominick's gaze turned cold, his teeth clenched as he murmured, "Who dares to touch her."

"You really think we're scared to lay a finger on you?"

In this dingy and dim abandoned factory, the woman was bound and struggling in panic.

"Just because you're Dominick's woman doesn't mean we're afraid," the rough voice sneered as his thick palm struck down mercilessly. "You wench, I'll ruin you tonight