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

him during the

appeared to be

of person.

goes, don’t judge a book by its

the lead, Emmanuel stepped into the

a snort, Milani

as they

exceedingly amorous and could spark

servers had stunning figures and

diverse costumes and silk stockings of various colors. Verily,

all striking.

for the bar

bared with just

Only when Emmanuel turned

I wasn’t talking

not for business issues,

want to speak

no time, they found

was seated in

nor men around him.

that his gaze was fixed in a particular

not even notice their presence when they

behind.

gaze, Emmanuel spotted a

out that he’s secretly eyeballing a

the next second, the beauty in a black and white maid

A single glance at her astounded

woman was in her early twenties with exquisite features, fair skin,

outstanding looks.

hair was pinned back with a plain hairpin, and she

Her crystalline eyes sparkled like stars

his wife, Mackenzie, he had

the bar’s uniform, but it

among the female servers.

accentuated her alluring curves.

long and slender

stockings.

even Milani could not help envying

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

holler snapped Yoel

them both, he promptly

that he patronized the bar to steal glances at the

server had come

the mood to tease him for a

that with the man. Instead, he cut straight to the

There are still

figure out a way

was about to respond, his

the adjacent

won’t get bored with those legs

the adjacent booth, a man abruptly jumped out

beautiful server’s path.

server was Xylie Tanner, a university student

part-time at the bar.

an interview,

she take on

hostess.

of a server was pitifully low, and

depended entirely on their sales

were different for a bar hostess. She

manager holding up his hand to

that she could earn at least fifty

to be a bit more open,

the fancy of a