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

during the

appeared to be quite an

shouldn’t be such a kind of person. Oh well, it’s difficult to

goes, don’t judge a book by its

Emmanuel stepped

snort, Milani

bar was not as luxurious as they had imagined, but

and could spark the lust of

female servers had stunning figures

diverse costumes and silk stockings of various colors.

all striking.

doubly true for the bar

be bared with just a tilt of their

Only when Emmanuel turned to her did

I wasn’t talking

were not for business

to speak with

time, they

in a booth. There were

nor men around him.

that his gaze was fixed in a particular direction, and

not even notice their presence when they had walked up to

behind.

his gaze, Emmanuel

turns out that he’s secretly eyeballing a

the next second, the beauty in a black and

A single glance at her astounded

was in her early twenties with exquisite

outstanding looks.

pinned back with a plain hairpin, and she

Her crystalline eyes sparkled like

he had

maid costume was the bar’s uniform, but it was the

among the female servers.

so, it accentuated her alluring curves.

of her was her long and slender legs encased in

stockings.

fact, even Milani could not help envying

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

holler snapped Yoel back to

them both,

that he patronized the bar to steal glances at the

server had come to

not in the mood to tease him

he cut straight

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

a way to settle

about to respond, his attention

the adjacent

with those legs for a

a man abruptly jumped out and

beautiful server’s path.

Tanner, a university

part-time at the bar.

an interview, the

and aura. Consequently, he suggested she take on a job as

hostess.

server was pitifully

made depended entirely on their

different for a bar hostess.

manager holding up his hand to

she could earn at

to be a

catch the