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.

of the

during the meeting

and appeared to be

kind of person. Oh well, it’s difficult

don’t judge a book by

Emmanuel

a snort,

luxurious as they had imagined,

and could spark

servers had

costumes and silk stockings of various colors. Verily,

all striking.

the bar hostesses. Anything

would be bared with just a

a perv!” Milani sneered. Only when Emmanuel turned to her did

I wasn’t

merely shrugged. If it were not

want to speak with

no time, they

was seated in a booth.

nor men around him.

gaze was fixed in a particular direction,

notice their presence when they had walked up to

behind.

Emmanuel spotted a slender

turns out that he’s secretly eyeballing

second, the beauty in a black and white

glance at

her early twenties with

outstanding looks.

jet-black hair was pinned back with a plain

sparkled like stars in the

than his wife, Mackenzie, he had

costume was the bar’s uniform, but it was

among the female servers.

so, it accentuated her alluring curves. Nonetheless,

was her long and slender legs

stockings.

even Milani could not help envying

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

snapped Yoel back to

sight of them both,

that he patronized the bar

had come to

tease him for a bit, much less

he cut straight

logo is missing. There are still two

a way to settle

Yoel was about to respond, his attention was snagged by

the

won’t get bored with those legs for a

a man abruptly jumped

beautiful server’s path.

a university student

part-time at the bar.

for an interview, the

she

hostess.

of a server

on their sales

a bar hostess. She still

manager holding up his

her that she could earn at least fifty thousand a month

a bit more open,

the fancy of a wealthy