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.

was the name of the craftsman

during the

be

person. Oh well, it’s

don’t judge a book by

lead, Emmanuel stepped into

snort,

not as luxurious as they

and could spark the lust of

the female servers

costumes and silk stockings of various

all striking.

the bar hostesses. Anything

bared with just a tilt

a perv!” Milani sneered. Only when

“Hmph! I wasn’t talking

it were not for business issues, he did

to

no time, they

the man was seated in a booth. There

nor men around him.

gaze was fixed in

not even notice their presence when they

behind.

his gaze, Emmanuel spotted a slender

that he’s secretly eyeballing a

in a black and white maid costume

single glance at her

in her early twenties with exquisite features,

outstanding looks.

with a plain hairpin, and she

Her crystalline eyes sparkled like stars in the

had

the bar’s uniform, but

among the female servers.

accentuated her alluring curves.

of her was her long and

stockings.

even Milani could not help

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

snapped Yoel back to

of them both, he promptly flushed

the bar to steal glances

had come to

was not in the mood to tease him for a

the man. Instead, he cut straight to the

missing. There are still two nights and a

figure out a

about to respond, his

in the

won’t get bored with those legs for a

adjacent booth, a man abruptly jumped out and

beautiful server’s path.

a

part-time at the bar.

for an interview, the manager was

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

hostess.

a server was pitifully

entirely on their sales of

a bar hostess.

up his hand

at least fifty thousand

a bit more open, considering her

the