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.

was the name of the craftsman from

during the

appeared to be

person.

the saying goes, don’t judge

Emmanuel stepped into the

snort, Milani

as luxurious as they had imagined,

exceedingly amorous and could spark

the female servers had stunning figures and

costumes and silk stockings of various colors.

all striking.

true for the bar hostesses. Anything

bared with just a tilt of

sneered. Only when Emmanuel turned

clarify, “Hmph! I wasn’t talking about

were not for business issues, he did

want to

no time,

the man was seated in a booth.

nor men around him.

fixed in

presence when they had walked up

behind.

his gaze, Emmanuel spotted a

turns out that he’s secretly

the beauty in a black and white maid

at her astounded

twenties with exquisite

outstanding looks.

jet-black hair was pinned back with a plain

eyes sparkled like stars in

than his wife, Mackenzie, he had never seen such a beautiful

maid costume was the bar’s uniform, but it

among the female servers.

accentuated her alluring curves. Nonetheless,

was her long

stockings.

could not help

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

Yoel back to

the sight of them both, he promptly flushed bright

the bar to steal glances at the

server had come

tease

Instead, he cut straight to the

is missing. There are still two nights

figure out a way to settle

to respond, his attention

the

get bored with those

man abruptly jumped

beautiful server’s path.

server was Xylie Tanner, a university student

part-time at the bar.

came for an interview, the manager

he suggested she

hostess.

basic salary of a server

made depended entirely on their sales of

different for a

manager holding up his

earn at least fifty thousand a month so

willing to be a bit more open, considering her

so lucky to catch the fancy of a wealthy