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.

of the craftsman from Cloud

him during the meeting previously. He

appeared to be quite an honest

be such a kind of person. Oh well,

goes, don’t judge a book by

Emmanuel

snort, Milani

as they had imagined,

amorous and could spark

servers had stunning figures and

diverse costumes and silk stockings of various colors. Verily,

all striking.

the

bared with just a tilt

when Emmanuel turned to

I wasn’t talking about you

were not for business issues, he did

to speak

time, they found

in a booth. There were

nor men around him.

fixed in

even notice their presence when

behind.

his gaze, Emmanuel spotted a

it turns out that he’s

the beauty in a

at her

her early twenties

outstanding looks.

jet-black hair was pinned back with a

crystalline eyes sparkled like stars in the

than his wife, Mackenzie, he had

maid costume was the bar’s uniform,

among the female servers.

accentuated her alluring curves. Nonetheless, the

of her was her long and slender legs

stockings.

fact, even Milani could not

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

Yoel back to his

sight of them both, he promptly flushed

fact that he patronized the bar

server had come

was not in the mood to tease him

that with the man. Instead, he cut straight to the chase. “One of

missing. There are

out a way to settle

was about to respond, his attention was

in the adjacent

get bored with those legs for

adjacent booth, a man abruptly jumped out and blocked

beautiful server’s path.

Xylie Tanner, a university student who

part-time at the bar.

interview, the manager

and aura. Consequently, he suggested she

hostess.

of a server was pitifully

made depended entirely on their sales

for a bar hostess. She

holding up his hand

earn at least fifty

willing to be a

were so lucky to catch the