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

had once met him during the meeting previously. He

be quite an

shouldn’t be such a kind of person.

goes, don’t judge a book by its

the lead, Emmanuel stepped into

a snort,

bar was not as luxurious as they had

exceedingly amorous and could spark the

servers had stunning figures and were

and silk stockings of various

all striking.

the bar hostesses. Anything they

be bared with just a

Milani sneered. Only when Emmanuel turned to her did

wasn’t talking about you

were not for business issues, he

want to speak with

time,

seated in a

nor men around him.

gaze was fixed in a particular

not even notice their presence when they had

behind.

gaze, Emmanuel

turns out that

in

glance at her astounded him

twenties

outstanding looks.

with a plain hairpin, and she

like

Mackenzie, he had never seen such

uniform, but it

among the female servers.

her alluring curves. Nonetheless, the

was her long

stockings.

even Milani could not help

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

sudden holler snapped Yoel back

them both, he promptly flushed

bar to steal glances at the

had come to

not in the mood to tease him for a bit, much less

cut straight

the logo is missing. There are still two

figure out a

when Yoel was about to respond, his attention was snagged by

the

with those legs

adjacent booth, a man abruptly jumped out and

beautiful server’s path.

server was Xylie Tanner, a university student

part-time at the bar.

an interview, the

she

hostess.

salary of a server was

entirely on their sales of

were different for a bar hostess. She

up his hand

could earn at least fifty thousand a month

was willing to be a bit more open,

lucky to catch the fancy of a