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

him during the meeting previously.

to be quite

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

judge a book by its

lead, Emmanuel stepped into the

a snort, Milani

not as luxurious as they

and could spark the

of that, the female servers had

and silk stockings of

all striking.

for the bar hostesses. Anything

would be bared with just a tilt of their

sneered. Only when

wasn’t talking

merely shrugged. If it were not for business

want to speak

no time, they

seated in a booth. There

nor men around him.

his gaze was fixed in a particular

not even notice their presence when

behind.

gaze, Emmanuel spotted a

it turns out that he’s secretly eyeballing a

next second, the beauty in a black and white maid

glance at her

her early twenties with exquisite features,

outstanding looks.

back with a plain hairpin,

like stars in the

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

was the bar’s uniform, but it was the

among the female servers.

it accentuated her alluring curves.

part of her was her long and slender

stockings.

could not

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

sudden holler snapped Yoel

them both, he promptly flushed bright

he patronized the bar to steal

server had come to

in the mood to tease him

that with the man. Instead, he cut straight to

is missing. There are still two nights and

out a way to settle

Yoel was about to respond,

in the adjacent

bored with those legs for a

booth, a man abruptly jumped out and blocked

beautiful server’s path.

a university student who

part-time at the bar.

an interview, the manager was impressed by

he suggested she take on a job

hostess.

of a server was pitifully

made depended entirely on their

for a bar

up his hand to

could earn at least fifty thousand a month so

was willing to be a bit more open, considering her

she were so lucky to catch the fancy