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

be

a kind of person.

the saying goes, don’t judge a book by

lead, Emmanuel

a snort,

as luxurious as they had

spark the lust of young

female servers had stunning

and silk stockings of various colors. Verily,

all striking.

went doubly true for the bar

with just a

Only when Emmanuel

wasn’t talking about

merely shrugged. If it were not

to speak

no time, they found

in a booth. There were

nor men around him.

noticed that his gaze was fixed in a particular

when

behind.

gaze, Emmanuel

that he’s

the next second, the beauty in a

single glance at her astounded him

her early twenties

outstanding looks.

hair was pinned back with a plain hairpin, and she

crystalline eyes sparkled like stars in

his wife, Mackenzie, he had never seen such a

the bar’s uniform, but it was the

among the female servers.

accentuated her

was her long and slender legs

stockings.

Milani could

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

holler snapped Yoel

the sight of them both, he promptly flushed

the bar to steal glances

had come to

mood to tease him

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

logo is missing. There are still two nights and a

figure out a way to

to respond, his attention

the adjacent

bored with those legs for

a man abruptly jumped out and blocked

beautiful server’s path.

Tanner, a university student

part-time at the bar.

came for an interview, the manager was

aura. Consequently, he suggested she take on a job as a

hostess.

salary of a server was pitifully

on their

were different for a

manager holding up his hand to

her that she could earn at least fifty thousand

be a

she were so lucky to catch the fancy of