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 craftsman

him during the

appeared to be quite an honest

a kind of person. Oh well,

goes, don’t judge a

lead, Emmanuel stepped

snort,

luxurious as they had imagined, but

exceedingly amorous and could spark the lust of

that, the female servers had stunning figures

stockings of various

all striking.

for the bar hostesses. Anything they

with just

sneered. Only when

I wasn’t talking

If it were not

to

no time, they

in a booth. There were

nor men around him.

gaze was fixed in a particular direction, and

their presence when they

behind.

gaze, Emmanuel spotted

it turns out that he’s secretly eyeballing

in

A single glance at her astounded

in her early twenties with exquisite features, fair skin,

outstanding looks.

was pinned back with a

sparkled like

he had never

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

among the female servers.

accentuated her alluring curves. Nonetheless, the

long and slender legs encased in

stockings.

even Milani could

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

sudden holler snapped Yoel back

both, he promptly flushed bright

patronized the bar to

server had

the mood to tease

he cut straight

is missing. There

figure out a way to settle

about to respond, his

in the

with those legs for a

man abruptly jumped out and

beautiful server’s path.

Xylie Tanner, a university student

part-time at the bar.

she came for an interview, the manager was impressed

he suggested she take on

hostess.

the basic salary of a server was pitifully low, and the

depended entirely on their sales of

different for a

manager holding up his hand

earn at least fifty thousand a month

to be a bit more open,

the fancy of a wealthy