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.

the name of the craftsman from

once met him during

to be quite an honest

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

judge a book

Emmanuel

a snort, Milani

was not as luxurious as they had imagined,

spark the lust

that, the female servers had stunning figures and were

and silk stockings of various colors.

all striking.

doubly true for the bar

with just a

sneered. Only when

I wasn’t talking about you but

shrugged. If it were not for business issues, he did

want to

time, they

the man was seated in a booth. There

nor men around him.

fixed

their presence when they had walked up

behind.

his gaze, Emmanuel spotted a

turns out that he’s secretly eyeballing

beauty in a black and white

at her astounded him as

early twenties with exquisite features,

outstanding looks.

hair was pinned back with a plain hairpin, and

crystalline eyes sparkled like stars in the

his wife, Mackenzie, he had

the bar’s uniform, but it was the

among the female servers.

it accentuated her alluring curves. Nonetheless,

her was her long and

stockings.

even Milani could not help envying

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

snapped Yoel back to

them both, he promptly flushed bright

that he patronized the bar to steal glances

had come to

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

Instead, he cut straight to the chase. “One

There are still two nights and a day.

a way to

about to respond, his attention was snagged by

in the

bored with those legs for

adjacent booth, a man abruptly

beautiful server’s path.

a university

part-time at the bar.

interview, the

and aura. Consequently, he suggested she

hostess.

basic salary of a server was pitifully

made depended entirely on their sales

were different for a bar hostess. She still

holding up

that she could earn at least fifty thousand a month so

to be a bit more

were so lucky to catch the