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

during the

be quite an

person. Oh

the saying goes, don’t judge a book by

Emmanuel stepped into

snort, Milani

not as luxurious as

could spark

that, the female servers had stunning figures

silk stockings of various colors.

all striking.

went doubly true for the bar hostesses. Anything

just a tilt

Milani sneered. Only when Emmanuel turned to

wasn’t talking about

it were not

to speak with

time, they

was seated in a

nor men around him.

gaze was fixed in a

when they had walked up

behind.

his gaze, Emmanuel spotted

turns out that he’s secretly

beauty in a black

glance at

woman was in her early twenties with exquisite

outstanding looks.

was pinned back with a plain hairpin, and

like

than his wife, Mackenzie, he had never seen

maid costume was the bar’s uniform, but it was the

among the female servers.

it accentuated her alluring curves. Nonetheless,

was her long and slender legs

stockings.

even Milani could not

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

Yoel back

them both, he promptly flushed bright

the bar to steal glances at the

server had come to

to tease him for a bit,

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

the logo is missing. There are still two

figure out a way to settle

respond, his attention

in the

won’t get bored with those legs for

adjacent booth, a man abruptly jumped

beautiful server’s path.

a university

part-time at the bar.

an interview, the manager

suggested she take

hostess.

of a server was pitifully low, and

depended entirely on

a bar hostess. She still

manager holding up his

her that she could earn at least fifty thousand a

be a bit

catch the fancy of a wealthy