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 Cloud

had once met him during

be quite an

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

the saying goes, don’t judge a book by

the lead, Emmanuel stepped

snort,

was not as luxurious as they had imagined,

amorous and could spark the lust of

female servers had stunning figures and were

costumes and silk stockings of various colors.

all striking.

went doubly true for the bar hostesses.

with just

Milani sneered. Only when Emmanuel turned to her did

wasn’t talking

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

want to

time,

in a booth. There

nor men around him.

was fixed

even notice their presence when they had

behind.

gaze, Emmanuel spotted

it turns out that he’s secretly

second, the beauty in

single glance at her

in her early twenties with exquisite

outstanding looks.

pinned back with a plain hairpin,

crystalline eyes sparkled like stars in the night

Mackenzie, he had

was the bar’s uniform, but it was the

among the female servers.

her alluring curves.

her was her long and slender legs encased

stockings.

fact, even Milani could

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

holler snapped Yoel

sight of them both, he promptly flushed

the bar

had come

mood to tease him for

the man. Instead, he cut straight

missing. There are still two nights

a way

respond,

in the

get bored with those legs

the adjacent booth, a man

beautiful server’s path.

server was Xylie Tanner, a university student who was

part-time at the bar.

interview, the manager was impressed

he suggested she

hostess.

of a server

made depended entirely on their sales of

a bar hostess. She

holding up his hand

at least fifty thousand a month so long

was willing to be a bit more

to catch the fancy of