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

had once met him during the meeting

appeared to be

be such a kind of person. Oh well, it’s difficult to

judge a book by its

the lead, Emmanuel stepped into

snort, Milani

not as luxurious as they

could spark the lust

that, the female servers

diverse costumes and silk stockings of various colors. Verily, they

all striking.

true for the bar hostesses. Anything

with just a tilt of their

Only when Emmanuel turned to her

I wasn’t talking about

If it were not

want to

no time, they

was seated in a booth. There were

nor men around him.

gaze was fixed in

not even notice their presence when they had walked

behind.

gaze, Emmanuel spotted a slender

turns out that he’s secretly eyeballing

the beauty in a black and white maid

at her astounded

twenties with exquisite features, fair

outstanding looks.

hair was pinned back with a plain

eyes sparkled like stars in the

he had never seen such

uniform, but it

among the female servers.

so, it accentuated her alluring

part of her was her long and slender legs

stockings.

even Milani could not

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

Yoel back to

of them both, he

he patronized the bar to

had come to

the mood to tease him for a bit, much

cut straight

lines on the logo is missing. There are still two

figure out a

about to respond, his attention was

in the adjacent

get bored with those legs for a

man

beautiful server’s path.

a university

part-time at the bar.

interview,

aura. Consequently, he suggested she take on a job as a

hostess.

of a server was pitifully low,

made depended entirely on

different for a bar

manager holding up his hand to

that she could earn at least fifty thousand a

willing to be a bit

she were so lucky to catch the fancy of a wealthy man,