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 the craftsman

met him during the meeting previously.

and appeared to be

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

saying goes, don’t judge a book by its

Emmanuel stepped into

a snort, Milani

bar was not as luxurious as they had imagined, but the

spark the lust

servers had stunning figures

and silk stockings of

all striking.

doubly true for the bar hostesses. Anything

be bared with just a

Milani sneered. Only when Emmanuel turned to

“Hmph! I wasn’t talking

not

to speak with

no time,

the man was seated in a booth.

nor men around him.

that his gaze was fixed in

not even notice their presence when they had walked

behind.

gaze, Emmanuel spotted

it turns out that he’s secretly eyeballing a

beauty in a black and white maid

at her astounded him as

woman was in her early twenties with exquisite features, fair skin,

outstanding looks.

with a

like stars in the

he had never seen

was the bar’s uniform, but it was the

among the female servers.

so, it accentuated her

was her long and slender

stockings.

fact, even Milani could not help

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

Yoel back to his

them both, he promptly flushed bright

he patronized the bar to steal glances at

server had come to

was not in the mood to tease him for a

Instead, he cut straight to the chase. “One

There are still two nights and a day.

figure out a way

was about to respond, his

in the

I won’t get bored with those legs for

adjacent booth, a man

beautiful server’s path.

Tanner, a

part-time at the bar.

for an interview, the manager was

he suggested she take on a job as a

hostess.

server was

entirely on their sales of

for a bar hostess. She

holding up his hand

could earn at least fifty thousand

a bit more open,

were so lucky to catch the fancy of a