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

him during the

to be

person.

the saying goes, don’t judge a

Emmanuel stepped into

a snort,

was not as luxurious as they had imagined, but

exceedingly amorous and could spark the lust of

the female servers had

diverse costumes and silk stockings of various

all striking.

for the bar

with just a tilt of

sneered. Only when Emmanuel turned to her

clarify, “Hmph! I wasn’t talking about

merely shrugged. If it were not for business issues, he did

to speak with

no time, they found

in

nor men around him.

noticed that his gaze was fixed in

presence when

behind.

his gaze, Emmanuel

it turns out that he’s secretly eyeballing

the next second, the beauty in a black

single glance at her astounded

her early twenties with exquisite

outstanding looks.

jet-black hair was pinned back with a

crystalline eyes sparkled like

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

the bar’s uniform, but it

among the female servers.

so, it accentuated her alluring curves.

long and slender legs

stockings.

Milani could

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

snapped Yoel back to

of them both, he promptly

he patronized the bar to steal glances at the

server had come to

the mood to tease him for a bit, much less

Instead, he cut straight to

the logo is missing. There are still two nights and a day.

figure out a

was about to respond, his attention was snagged by

the

I won’t get bored with those legs for

man abruptly jumped out and blocked

beautiful server’s path.

Tanner, a university student who

part-time at the bar.

an interview, the manager was impressed

suggested she take on a job

hostess.

a server was pitifully

on their sales of

different for a bar hostess. She still

manager holding up his hand

her that she could earn at least fifty thousand a

be a bit more

were so lucky to catch the fancy