Crossroads

Stephanie's mind went blank. She couldn't comprehend the man's words....

Before she could react, his harids forcefully pressed her against the wall.

He leaned in close, his chest warm against hers, Lowering his head, he kissed her lips without hesitation.

His warm lips pressed against hers with intensity, and the familiar scent made Stephanie realize she had just been sleeping with this man....

Stephanie was desperate to understand what was happening and why she was with a stranger...

Desire surged through the man, and he suddenly threw her onto the bed.

Stephanie landed heavily on the bed, jolting awake in shock. She pushed against his chest, trying to resist, but her struggle only seemed to excite him more.

Stephanie could sense his urgent desire, which frightened her deeply.

"Who is he?'

But her struggles appeared futile, stirring both anxiety and anger within her...

Suddenly, she made up her mind, raised her hand, and h oo ed it around the man's neck.

Stephanie lifted her face, kissing him back.

Caught off guard by her bold move, the man froze in surprise. Seizing the moment, Stephanie bit down hard on the tip of his tongue.

A sharp, blooy pain shot through his tongue, and he immediately let go of her in anger.

Flustered, Stephanie pushed the man off her and quickly rolled off the bed. She rushed to the door, grabbed the luxurious men's coat hanging there, flung open the door, and dashed out...

The room was faintly tinged with the scent of blood. The eyes burning with rage as he watched the woman flee.

gasped in pain, his

"Mr. Wellington..." The bodyguard at the door noticed the blood at the corner of his boss' mouth and asked anxiously, "Mr. Wellington, what happened?"

Dominick Wellington grabbed a tissue and wiped the blood from his lip.

His face contorted with rage as he barked the order through clenched teeth, "Find out who sent that woman here and bring her back!"

It was the early hours of the morning, and the March night air carried a crisp chill.

Stephanie, anxious and barefoot, rushed out of the private club, standing by the roadside in the chilly night breeze.

The fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear made her feel vulnerable.

She wrapped herself tightly in a large man's coat and shivered, her eyes darting around nervously.

Just then, a taxi approached...

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Stephanie slipped her hands into the coat pockets and found a black Louis Vuitton wallet.

She quickly opened the wallet to find several platinum black diamond credit cards but not even 20 dollars in cash.

Stephanie was certain the man from the suite was either wealthy or of high status, definitely not an ordinary person.

"Take me back downtown," she called out, hailing the taxi with a wave. "I'll pay you when we get there."

The taxi driver gave her a skeptical look, his eyes lingering a bit too long on her long legs exposed beneath Π. only a man's overcoat. It was quite...

Feeling the weight of the driver's stare, Stephanie felt a bit awkward and pulled the overcoat tighter around her.

"Here, take this pocket watch, and take me to Nelson Villa on the west side of town," she said.

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She raised her voice deliberately, pulling a meticulously crafted gold pocket watch from the man's black wallet, and handed it to the driver before sliding into the backseat and urging, "Hurry up!"

The mention of Nelson Villa seemed to cast a sudden spell, for the taxi driver's demeanor shifted from brash to deferential in an instant.

Her husband's family, the Nelsons, were well-known in in the city, and the driver drove her back to Nelson Villa without causing her any trouble.

Stephanie felt a sigh of relief as the car drove smoothly.

But the memory of what had just happened in the suite was too... Her hands clenched into lists, her mind a whirlwind of chaos.