Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 66

Mackenzie gave Emmanuel a call, only to discover that his phone was

turned off.

“Sure enough, he’s an idiot! He doesn’t even realize that his phone has

died!”

Unadulterated anxiety gripped her.

The project was exceedingly important, and their competitor, Verkade

Group, had set their sights on it.

If that project were to succeed, Terence Group would be nabbing a huge

contract worth a billion from Verkade Group in the next year.

For that reason, Verkade Group were determined to see them fail.

Perhaps Samuel and his men had even been incited to make trouble for

Terence Group back then. Unfortunately for them, Terence Group had

managed to resolve the problem.

Mackenzie and Terence Group were currently on their guard against

Verkade Group in everything. Hence, the latter could not do anything to

sabotage things.

While the mistaken logo would not affect any operations, Mackenzie was

worried that Verkade Group would use it as a pretext to attack Terence

Group and make clients lose confidence in the company.

As far as she knew, Verkade Group’s CEO, Gautier Verkade, was a piece of

trash who did not mind using all sorts of despicable means. Thus, the

matter could never be allowed to get to his knowledge. Otherwise, he

would definitely seize the opportunity to make a mountain out of a

molehill.

At worst, we’ll do away with the strategic warehouse’s logo unveiling on

the day of the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

She was presently frantic to look for Emmanuel because she feared that

he would make a huge deal out of the matter resulting in it becoming

public knowledge. By then, it would be difficult for her to deal with the fallout.

Meanwhile, Emmanuel and Milani had arrived at the bar.

As soon as they lifted their eyes, they were greeted by the words “Pink

Zone” on a big neon signboard. It was incredibly eye-catching.

The bar was filled with suggestive and risqué undertones. Besides, its

business was flourishing.

“Hmph! Yoel, that b*stard, is pretty good at picking a place to relax!” Milani

could not help scoffing.

the name of the

once met him during the

appeared to be quite an honest

kind of person. Oh

the saying goes, don’t judge a book by its

lead, Emmanuel

snort,

was not as luxurious as

and could spark the lust of young

of that, the female servers

costumes and silk stockings of various colors. Verily, they

all striking.

the bar hostesses.

be bared with just a tilt

when Emmanuel turned to her

“Hmph! I wasn’t talking

merely shrugged. If it were not for

want to speak

no time, they

in

nor men around him.

fixed in a particular direction, and

not even notice their presence when

behind.

his gaze, Emmanuel spotted

turns out that he’s secretly eyeballing a

in a black and white

glance at her

in her early twenties with exquisite features, fair skin,

outstanding looks.

hair was pinned back with

like

had never seen such

costume was the bar’s uniform, but it was

among the female servers.

accentuated her alluring curves. Nonetheless,

her long

stockings.

Milani could not

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

holler snapped Yoel back to

both, he promptly flushed bright

that he patronized the bar to steal glances at

had

the mood to tease him

cut straight to the chase. “One of

missing. There are still two nights

out a way to

when Yoel was about to respond, his attention

the adjacent

I won’t get bored with those legs for

adjacent booth, a man abruptly jumped

beautiful server’s path.

a university student

part-time at the bar.

came for an interview, the manager was impressed

she take on

hostess.

salary of a server was pitifully low, and the

depended entirely on their sales of

things were different for a bar hostess.

holding up his hand

earn at least fifty thousand

to be a bit more

the fancy