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.

Larson was the name of the craftsman from

had once met him during the meeting previously. He

be quite

of person. Oh well,

saying goes, don’t judge a book by its

the lead, Emmanuel stepped

a snort, Milani

luxurious as they had imagined,

and could spark the lust of young

female servers

stockings of various colors. Verily,

all striking.

doubly true for the bar hostesses. Anything they

with just a tilt of

Only when Emmanuel turned to her did

I wasn’t talking about

merely shrugged. If it were not for business

to speak with

time, they

man was seated in a booth. There

nor men around him.

fixed in a particular direction,

presence when they

behind.

Emmanuel spotted a slender

it turns out that he’s secretly eyeballing a

next second, the beauty in a black

glance at

woman was in her early twenties with exquisite features,

outstanding looks.

hair was pinned back with a

Her crystalline eyes sparkled like stars in

he had never seen such a beautiful

costume was the bar’s uniform, but it

among the female servers.

so, it accentuated her

her was her long and slender legs

stockings.

fact, even Milani could not help envying

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

Yoel back to his

sight of them both, he promptly flushed

patronized the bar to steal

server had come to

the mood to tease him for a bit, much less

cut straight to the chase. “One of

logo is missing. There are

a way to settle

about to respond, his attention

in the

won’t get bored with

adjacent booth, a man abruptly jumped out and

beautiful server’s path.

was Xylie Tanner, a

part-time at the bar.

interview, the

he suggested she take

hostess.

of a server was

made depended entirely on their sales

different for a bar

holding up his hand to

she could earn at least fifty

to be a bit more open, considering her

the fancy of a wealthy