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 craftsman

met him during the meeting previously. He

and appeared to be quite an honest

kind of person. Oh

the saying goes, don’t judge a book by

Emmanuel stepped into the

a snort, Milani

bar was not as luxurious as

amorous and could spark the lust of young

that, the female servers

diverse costumes and silk stockings of various colors.

all striking.

went doubly true for the bar hostesses. Anything

be bared with just a tilt of their

sneered. Only when Emmanuel turned to her did

wasn’t talking

If it were not

to speak with

time,

the man was seated in a booth. There were neither

nor men around him.

that his gaze was fixed in a

notice their presence when they had walked up to

behind.

gaze, Emmanuel spotted a

turns out that he’s secretly eyeballing a

second, the beauty in a black and

at her

was in her early twenties

outstanding looks.

jet-black hair was pinned back with

Her crystalline eyes sparkled like stars in

wife, Mackenzie, he had never

uniform, but it was the

among the female servers.

her alluring curves. Nonetheless, the

part of her was her long

stockings.

even Milani could

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

holler snapped Yoel back to his

them both, he promptly

bar to

had

the mood to tease

man. Instead, he cut straight to the chase.

on the logo is missing. There

out a way to

respond, his attention was snagged

in the

I won’t get bored with those legs for a

adjacent booth, a man abruptly jumped out and

beautiful server’s path.

a

part-time at the bar.

an interview, the

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

hostess.

the basic salary of a server was pitifully

made depended entirely on

different for a bar hostess. She still

up his

she could earn at least fifty thousand a

willing to be a bit more open, considering

to catch the fancy of a wealthy