Crossroads

Stephanie was escorted back to the hotel Outside the dim car windows, the chilly night wind blew in gusts, signaling the arrival of winter. She sat quietly in the car, clutching her phone with a look of unease. The assistant driving glanced cautiously at her through the rearview mirror.

When she stepped out of the car, the assistant hesitated before speaking up. "Ms. Reed, if it's con remanded her.

convenient for you, please give Mr. Hayes a call," he It was Vincent's instruction to ensure her safe retum to the hotel, and he guessed they had argued.

"Give this coat back to him.

Stephanie stood outside the car, ignoring his words. Instead, she promptly threw a men's suit jacket back into the car.

The assistant caught the jacket, looking quite anxious Reed, if there's anything else you need, feel free to contact me... His words trailed off as she walked away.

The assistant sighed, deciding not to chase after her.

"Stephanie is really different from those three models... Primarily, their demeanor was nowhere near her level. Even Vincent's previous girlfriends didn't dare to be so arrogant, and yet, this woman seemed spoiled.

She lacked emotional intelligence, didn't understand workplace dynamics, and particularly showed no resistance to the obvious rejection from other women, as if she were indifferent.

The assistant was curious about the kind of environment that could foster such a blunt yet fierce personality she had.

In fact, Stephanie was quite self-aware; she had always had poor relationships with women.

So when the two female models warmly approached her unexpectedly, even linking arms with her, Stephanie immediately sensed something was

"Stephanie, you just came back. It's a shame you didn't join us for dinner at Central Point tonight. Your hands are so cold. Come hang out in our room for a while."

Without resistance, she was dragged into their room.

"Would you like coffee?"

"Wasn't she down with a cold a few days ago? Let's make her a hot cocoa It wasn't until Stephanie took the warm cocoa in her hands that the slight warmth helped her focus. She stared at the two people in front of her for a while, confirming it wasn't a mistake.

Thank you."

She awkwardly thanked them and quickly tried to recall if she had missed something Just twelve hours ago, these two women had looked at her with disdain, expressing their dislike. What was going on?

When had her popularity suddenly improved so dramatically?

"Stephanie, actually, you have a good personality. You don't talk nonsense and you don't vie for attention...

"Exactly, unlike some people people who pretend to be nice but are actually scheming bitches!"

After listening to their rant, Stephanie understood they were directing their anger towards El

"Do you know how shameless Eloise was tonight? She walked over to Mr. Wellington's table herself without being invited, which was so bold of her. When she sat next to him, I swear Ms. Isaac's expression changed"

Stephanie took a sip of her hot cocoa, lowered her head, and responded with an indifferent "Oh One of her colleagues sitting on the bed exclaimed angrily, "Do you know what happened next? Mr. Wellington walked away with Eloise, leaving her to take advantage of everything. Eloise, that fake bitch, really showed me how pretentious she had been with us all along! Before we went to Central Point for dinner, she hypocritically warned us not to get close to Mr. Wellington, saying he hates women hitting on him the most..."

Stephanie, who had been silent all along, suddenly raised her head. "Dominick walked away with Eloise!"

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"I was really furious at that moment and I wanted to expose Eloise's dark history on the spot. I saw her acting so coqueuishly, she must be thinking that going to a room with Mr. Wellington and sleeping with him would make her his woman. It was disgusting!"

Stephanie placed the hot cocoa on the table, feeling conflicted.

"Damn it, thinking back on the time I confided so much in Eloise, it feels like I swallowed shit."

e phone to the bathroom to discuss The woman in front of her was still emotionally ranting when her phone suddenly rang. She excitedly took the some juicy news, leaving Stephanie wanting to join in to curse the damned couple but didn't get a chance to speak.

Arguments were not Stephanie's st strong suit. She muttered quietly to herself, wondering if he had forgotten her, or if his perspective on women had changed entirely. "Such a poor taste he has When they first married, she had thought Dominick might cheat or have his mistresses out there. He was wealthy and powerful, after all, so such things were common in the circle. Yet, he rarely had scandals, so hearing about this now made her feel uneasy.

She was so annoyed that she felt like punching someone.

"Hey, Stephanie. Why do you look so much like Jessica Carter?"

Another female model seemed quite interested in her. "Do you know Jessica! She was all the rage in the first half of the year, the only female celebrity bold enough to be rumored with Dominick."

"Are you related? Even if you've had plastic surgery, you shouldn't try to copy her. She's not doing well now, blacklisted by major film and television companies.

No one dares to even hire her for anything."

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Where are you going?" She raised her voice and shouted towards the door.

"I'm leaving"

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Just as she exited the room, the woman from the bathroom jumped out. "I just got a call, I have good news for you!

"Where's Stephanie?"

"People with backing like hers don't care to hang out with us. She left. Her words carried a sharp and mocking tone. "She really doesn't know how to behave. Vincent changes women every day, who does she think she is!"

Stephanie's face remained expressionless as she casually closed the door

"Forget about her. Let me tell you, Eloise was left on the roadside. Dominick drove off in a black Ferrari tonight without waiting for her to get in. She's so humiliated this time!

Black Ferrari!

"Dominick was driving a black Ferrari"

Stephanie suddenly opened her eyes, looking somewhat bewildered. She realized she had dozed off for a while e

after returning to the hotel last night, but unsettling dreams haunted her, echoing the conversation of those two female colleagues.

She had also spotted a black Ferrari in the alley at Tempa Street last night.

Was it a coincidence?

"Miss, are you feeling unwell!" The sweet voice of a flight attendant interrupted her thoughts.

Due to the tight schedule, the film crew had arrived at the airport early in the morning. Everyone was catching up on sleep on the plane, bur Stephanie woke up abruptly, her face slightly pale.

"I'm fine; I just need to use the restroom."

She got up and headed towards the lavatory in the cabin. Initially, she planned to splash some cold water on her face to wake herself up, but she was intercepted on her way.

"Stephanie, don't think you can play dead and get away with what happened last night."

The footsteps appimached forcefully, and Vincent glared at her angrily. "Tell me now, who have you been in contact with lately?!"

They were both going back to encrest, naturally sharing the same plane.