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 the craftsman from Cloud

once met him during the meeting previously. He

to be

person.

goes, don’t judge a book by

Emmanuel stepped into

a snort,

as

could spark the lust of young

of that, the female servers

and silk stockings of various

all striking.

doubly true for the bar hostesses. Anything they

bared with just

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

I wasn’t

it were not for business issues, he

want to speak

no time, they

the man was seated in

nor men around him.

his gaze was fixed in

when they had

behind.

gaze, Emmanuel

out that he’s

second, the beauty in a black and

at her astounded

twenties with exquisite features,

outstanding looks.

back with a plain

sparkled like stars in

than his wife, Mackenzie, he had never seen

was the bar’s uniform, but it was

among the female servers.

so, it accentuated her alluring curves. Nonetheless,

her long and slender legs encased in

stockings.

even Milani could not help

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

sudden holler snapped Yoel back to his

of them both, he promptly flushed

the bar to steal

had

was not in the mood to tease him for a bit, much less

the man. Instead, he cut straight to the

is missing. There are still

figure out a way

about to respond, his attention was

the

get bored with those legs for

adjacent booth, a man abruptly jumped

beautiful server’s path.

a university student

part-time at the bar.

interview, the manager was impressed by

she take on

hostess.

server was pitifully low, and

entirely on their sales of

things were different for a bar hostess. She still

holding up his

that she could earn at least fifty thousand a

be a bit more

to catch the fancy of a wealthy man, that