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

him during the meeting previously. He

be

shouldn’t be such a kind of person. Oh well, it’s

saying goes, don’t judge a

the lead, Emmanuel stepped into the

a snort, Milani

as they

and could spark the

female servers

and silk stockings of various colors. Verily,

all striking.

doubly true for the bar hostesses. Anything they

be bared with just

sneered. Only when Emmanuel turned

clarify, “Hmph! I wasn’t talking about you

it were not

to speak

time, they found

in a booth.

nor men around him.

gaze was fixed in a particular direction,

even notice their presence when they had walked

behind.

Emmanuel spotted a

out that

in a black and white maid

at

early twenties with

outstanding looks.

hair was pinned back with a plain

sparkled like

than his wife, Mackenzie, he had never seen such a

maid costume was the bar’s uniform, but it

among the female servers.

so, it accentuated her alluring

her long and slender legs

stockings.

could not

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

holler snapped Yoel back

of them both, he promptly flushed

fact that he patronized the bar to steal glances

server had

mood to tease him for a

cut straight to the chase. “One

the logo is missing. There are still two nights

out a way

respond,

in the adjacent

bored with those legs for

the adjacent booth, a man abruptly jumped out and

beautiful server’s path.

Xylie Tanner, a

part-time at the bar.

an interview, the manager

he suggested she take on a job as a

hostess.

of a server was pitifully low, and the

depended entirely on

were different for a bar hostess. She still

holding up his hand to

that she could earn at least fifty thousand a month so

was willing to be a bit more open, considering

to catch the fancy of a