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 the craftsman

during the

appeared to be

kind of person. Oh well, it’s difficult to conclude

the saying goes, don’t judge a book by

Emmanuel

a snort, Milani

bar was not as luxurious as

could spark the lust of

of that, the female servers had stunning figures and were

costumes and silk stockings of various

all striking.

the bar

with just a tilt

Only when Emmanuel turned to her did

I wasn’t talking

not for business

want to speak

time, they

was seated in a booth. There were neither

nor men around him.

his gaze was fixed

not even notice their presence when they had walked up

behind.

gaze, Emmanuel spotted a slender

it turns out that he’s secretly eyeballing

beauty in a black and white maid costume

single glance at her

early twenties with exquisite features,

outstanding looks.

was pinned back with a plain hairpin, and

eyes sparkled like stars in the

had never seen such a beautiful

costume was the bar’s uniform, but it was

among the female servers.

it accentuated her alluring curves. Nonetheless,

part of her was her long and

stockings.

fact, even Milani could not help envying

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

Yoel back to his

both,

patronized the bar to steal glances

server had come to

to tease him for

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

There

a

respond,

in the

bored with those legs for a

booth, a man abruptly

beautiful server’s path.

Tanner, a university student who was

part-time at the bar.

an interview, the manager was

she take

hostess.

the basic salary of a server was pitifully low,

depended entirely on their sales of

different for a

up

that she could earn at least fifty

was willing to be a

to catch the fancy