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.

was the name of the craftsman from

had once met him during

appeared to be quite an honest

be such a kind of person. Oh well, it’s difficult to

don’t judge a

lead, Emmanuel stepped into

snort, Milani

as luxurious as they had imagined, but

could spark the lust

the female servers

silk stockings of various colors. Verily,

all striking.

the bar hostesses.

be bared with just a tilt of

Milani sneered. Only when

wasn’t talking

it were not for

to

no time, they found

seated in a booth. There were neither

nor men around him.

that his gaze was fixed in a particular direction,

presence when they had

behind.

his gaze, Emmanuel

it turns out that he’s

the next second, the beauty in a black and

glance at her astounded him

woman was in her early twenties with exquisite

outstanding looks.

jet-black hair was pinned back with a plain

sparkled like stars in the night

he had never seen such

costume was the bar’s uniform, but it

among the female servers.

so, it accentuated her

was her long and slender legs encased

stockings.

fact, even Milani could not help envying

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

snapped Yoel back to his

them both, he promptly

that he patronized the bar to steal glances at the

server had

the mood to tease him for a bit, much

he cut straight to

on the logo is missing. There are still two nights and

out a

about to respond,

the

I won’t get bored with those legs

man abruptly jumped out

beautiful server’s path.

was Xylie Tanner, a university student

part-time at the bar.

an interview, the manager was impressed by

she take on a

hostess.

basic salary of a server was pitifully

depended entirely on their sales of

a bar

up his hand

could earn at least fifty thousand a month so long

a

so lucky to catch the fancy of a