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

had once met him during the meeting

be quite an honest

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

don’t judge a book

Emmanuel stepped

snort, Milani

was not as luxurious as they had

amorous and could spark the lust of

of that, the female servers had

silk stockings of various colors.

all striking.

true for the

be bared with just a tilt of

perv!” Milani sneered. Only when Emmanuel turned to

I wasn’t talking about

merely shrugged. If it were not for business issues,

to speak

no time, they

was seated in a booth. There were neither

nor men around him.

fixed in

their presence when they had walked up to him

behind.

Emmanuel spotted a

that he’s

the beauty in a black

single glance at her astounded

in her early twenties with

outstanding looks.

with a plain

sparkled like stars in the night

Mackenzie, he had never seen such

maid costume was the bar’s uniform,

among the female servers.

so, it accentuated her

part of her was her long and

stockings.

fact, even Milani could not

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

snapped Yoel

of them both, he

he patronized the bar

server had come to

tease him for

Instead, he cut straight to the chase.

missing. There are still

out a way

to respond, his attention

in the

won’t get bored with those legs for a

adjacent booth, a man

beautiful server’s path.

a university student who

part-time at the bar.

she came for an interview, the manager

she take on

hostess.

salary of a server

depended entirely on their

things were different for a bar hostess. She still

up his hand to

that she could earn at least fifty thousand a month so long

willing to be a bit

so lucky to catch the fancy of