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 from Cloud

once met him during

appeared to be

person. Oh well, it’s

judge a book

the lead, Emmanuel stepped into the

snort,

as they had imagined, but

and could spark the lust of

servers

diverse costumes and silk stockings of

all striking.

doubly true for the

would be bared with just a tilt

a perv!” Milani sneered. Only when

I wasn’t talking about you but

merely shrugged. If it were not for

want to speak

no time, they

man was seated in a booth. There were

nor men around him.

fixed in a particular direction,

even notice their presence when they had walked

behind.

gaze, Emmanuel spotted a slender

that he’s secretly eyeballing

the next second, the beauty in a black and white maid costume

A single glance at her astounded him as

was in her early twenties with exquisite features,

outstanding looks.

back with a plain hairpin, and she

like stars in

Mackenzie, he had never seen such a

costume was the bar’s uniform,

among the female servers.

it accentuated her alluring curves.

was her long and slender legs encased

stockings.

fact, even Milani could not

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

holler snapped Yoel back to his

both, he promptly

bar to

server had

mood to tease him for

man. Instead, he cut straight

lines on the logo is missing. There are still two

out a way

Yoel was about to respond,

the adjacent

with those legs for a

booth, a man

beautiful server’s path.

server was Xylie Tanner, a

part-time at the bar.

an interview, the manager was impressed by

and aura. Consequently, he suggested she

hostess.

of a server was pitifully

on their

for a bar hostess.

manager holding up his hand

earn at least fifty thousand a month

was willing to be a bit more open, considering

the fancy of a wealthy man,