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.

name of

once met him during the meeting

and appeared to be quite an honest

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

the saying goes, don’t judge a book by

lead, Emmanuel

a snort,

luxurious as they had

and could spark

of that, the female servers had stunning figures and

diverse costumes and silk stockings of various

all striking.

for the bar hostesses. Anything they

with just a tilt of

Only when Emmanuel turned to her did

wasn’t

If it were not for business issues,

want to speak

no time, they

the man was seated in a booth. There

nor men around him.

was fixed in a

presence when

behind.

Emmanuel spotted

turns out that he’s secretly eyeballing

in a black and white

A single glance at her astounded him

early twenties with exquisite features, fair

outstanding looks.

hair was pinned back with a

Her crystalline eyes sparkled like stars in the

he had never seen such

was the bar’s uniform, but it was the

among the female servers.

it accentuated her alluring curves. Nonetheless, the

part of her was her long and slender

stockings.

Milani could not help

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

holler snapped Yoel back to

of them both,

the bar to steal

had come to

to tease him for a

man. Instead, he cut straight to the

logo is missing. There

figure out a way to settle

about to respond, his attention

the adjacent

with

adjacent booth, a man abruptly

beautiful server’s path.

was Xylie Tanner, a university student who

part-time at the bar.

came for an interview, the manager was impressed by

he suggested she take on a job as a

hostess.

salary of a server was pitifully

made depended entirely on

for a

manager holding up

her that she could earn at least fifty thousand

to be a bit more open, considering

to catch the fancy of a wealthy