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

once met him during the meeting previously.

be quite an honest

of person. Oh well, it’s difficult to conclude

the saying goes, don’t judge a

lead, Emmanuel

snort,

as

and could spark the

female servers had stunning

and silk stockings of various colors.

all striking.

true for the bar hostesses. Anything

with just a tilt of

when Emmanuel turned to her did

I wasn’t talking about you but

shrugged. If it were not for business issues, he did

to speak with

no time,

the man was seated in a booth. There

nor men around him.

was fixed in a particular direction, and

notice their presence when

behind.

Emmanuel

it turns out that he’s

next second, the beauty in a black and white maid costume

glance at her astounded him

was in her early twenties with exquisite features, fair skin,

outstanding looks.

jet-black hair was pinned back with a plain hairpin, and

like stars in

wife, Mackenzie, he had never seen such

the bar’s uniform, but it was the

among the female servers.

her alluring curves. Nonetheless,

long and slender

stockings.

even Milani could

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

Yoel back to

both,

that he patronized the bar to

server had come

tease him for a bit,

that with the man. Instead, he cut straight

missing. There are still two nights and a

figure out a

Yoel was about to respond, his attention was snagged

in the

won’t get bored with those legs for

the adjacent booth, a man abruptly jumped

beautiful server’s path.

was Xylie Tanner, a university student who was

part-time at the bar.

for an interview, the manager was impressed

suggested she

hostess.

server was pitifully low, and

entirely on their sales

a bar hostess. She

holding up

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

willing to be a bit more open,

catch the fancy of a wealthy man,