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 from

once met him during the

and appeared to be quite an

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

goes, don’t judge a book by its

the lead, Emmanuel stepped into

snort, Milani

as they had

spark the

the female servers had stunning figures

silk stockings of various colors.

all striking.

went doubly true for the bar hostesses. Anything they

would be bared with just a

when Emmanuel

“Hmph! I wasn’t talking about

If it were not for business issues,

to

no time, they found

in a booth. There were neither

nor men around him.

gaze was fixed in a particular

notice their presence when they had walked up

behind.

his gaze, Emmanuel spotted

out that he’s secretly

next second, the beauty in a black and white maid costume

A single glance at her astounded him as

woman was in her early twenties with exquisite features, fair

outstanding looks.

jet-black hair was pinned back with a plain hairpin,

Her crystalline eyes sparkled like

Mackenzie, he had never

bar’s uniform, but it

among the female servers.

so, it accentuated her alluring

her was her long and slender legs encased

stockings.

fact, even Milani could not help envying

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

sudden holler snapped Yoel

them both, he promptly flushed bright

he patronized the bar to steal glances at the

server had come to

not in the mood to tease him for a bit,

the man. Instead, he cut straight to the chase. “One

is missing. There are still two nights and a day.

out a way to

to respond, his

the adjacent

bored with those legs for

man abruptly jumped

beautiful server’s path.

Xylie Tanner, a university student

part-time at the bar.

interview, the manager was

suggested she take on a job

hostess.

the basic salary of a server was pitifully low, and the

on their sales of

a

manager holding up his hand

she could earn at least fifty thousand a month

be a bit more open,

she were so lucky to catch the fancy of a wealthy man,