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.

Larson was the name of

during

and appeared to be

shouldn’t be such a kind of person.

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

the lead, Emmanuel stepped into

a snort, Milani

as they had imagined,

exceedingly amorous and could spark

top of that, the female servers had stunning figures

costumes and silk stockings of various colors. Verily,

all striking.

the bar hostesses. Anything they

with just a tilt of their

Only when

I wasn’t talking about you but

merely shrugged. If it were not for business issues, he did

want to speak with

time, they

man was seated in a booth. There

nor men around him.

fixed in

their presence when

behind.

his gaze, Emmanuel spotted

out that he’s secretly

in a black and white

at

early twenties with exquisite features,

outstanding looks.

pinned back with a plain hairpin,

sparkled like stars in the

he had never seen such a beautiful

maid costume was the bar’s uniform, but it was

among the female servers.

accentuated her alluring

part of her was her long and slender

stockings.

even Milani could

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

holler snapped Yoel back

them both, he

patronized the bar to steal glances at

had

not in the mood to tease him for a bit,

that with the man. Instead, he cut

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

out a way

Yoel was about to respond,

the adjacent

with those

a man abruptly jumped out and blocked

beautiful server’s path.

server was Xylie Tanner, a university student who

part-time at the bar.

came for an interview, the

he suggested she

hostess.

server

made depended entirely on their

for a

holding up his

she could earn at least fifty thousand a

to be a bit more

were so lucky to catch the fancy of