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

had once met him during the

be quite an honest

be such a kind of person. Oh

the saying goes, don’t judge a

Emmanuel stepped into the

a snort, Milani

as luxurious as they

amorous and could spark the

that, the female servers had stunning figures

costumes and silk stockings of

all striking.

doubly true for the bar hostesses.

be bared with just a tilt of their

perv!” Milani sneered. Only when

“Hmph! I wasn’t talking about you but

shrugged. If it were not for

to speak

time, they found

was seated in a booth.

nor men around him.

his gaze was fixed in a particular

their presence when they had walked up

behind.

his gaze, Emmanuel spotted a

it turns out that he’s secretly

the beauty in a black and white maid

glance at her astounded him

early twenties

outstanding looks.

back with a plain hairpin,

eyes sparkled like

wife, Mackenzie, he had

the bar’s uniform,

among the female servers.

so, it accentuated her alluring

her was her long and slender legs encased in

stockings.

Milani could not

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

snapped Yoel

both, he promptly

bar to steal

had

not in the mood to tease him

he cut straight

lines on the logo is missing. There are still

out a way

to respond, his attention

in the

bored with those legs for a

the adjacent booth, a man abruptly jumped out and

beautiful server’s path.

a university student who was

part-time at the bar.

she came for an interview, the manager was

she take on a job

hostess.

salary of a server was pitifully low, and the

entirely on their

different for a bar

up

her that she could earn at least fifty thousand a month so

a bit more open, considering her

the fancy of a