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

him during the meeting

and appeared to be quite an

be such a kind of person.

the saying goes, don’t judge

Emmanuel stepped into

snort, Milani

not as luxurious as they had

spark the lust of young

that, the female servers had stunning figures

stockings of various colors. Verily,

all striking.

true for the bar hostesses. Anything they

with just

when Emmanuel turned to her did

“Hmph! I wasn’t talking about

not

want to speak

no time,

was seated in a booth. There

nor men around him.

that his gaze was fixed in a particular direction,

their presence when they had walked up

behind.

his gaze, Emmanuel

out that he’s secretly eyeballing a

second, the beauty in a black and white maid

single glance at her astounded

early twenties with exquisite

outstanding looks.

pinned back with a plain hairpin, and she

Her crystalline eyes sparkled like stars in

he had never seen

maid costume was the bar’s uniform, but

among the female servers.

so, it accentuated her

was her long and slender legs

stockings.

Milani could not

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

holler snapped Yoel

of them both,

bar to steal glances

server had come to

tease him for a

that with the man. Instead, he cut straight to the

is missing. There are still two

a

respond, his attention

in the

bored with

the adjacent booth, a man abruptly jumped

beautiful server’s path.

a university

part-time at the bar.

interview, the manager was impressed

she take on a job

hostess.

of a server was pitifully low, and the

entirely on

were different for a bar hostess. She still

holding up his

that she could earn at least fifty thousand a month

a bit more

she were so lucky to catch the