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

met him during the

be

kind of person. Oh well, it’s difficult

saying goes, don’t judge a book by its

Emmanuel stepped

snort,

bar was not as luxurious as

and could spark the lust of

female servers had stunning figures and

costumes and silk stockings of

all striking.

true for the bar

with just a tilt of

Milani sneered. Only when Emmanuel turned to

wasn’t talking

shrugged. If it were not for business issues,

to speak with

time, they found

in a booth. There

nor men around him.

that his gaze was fixed in a particular

even notice their presence when they had

behind.

his gaze, Emmanuel

that

next second, the beauty in a black and white

single glance at her astounded

twenties with exquisite

outstanding looks.

pinned back with a plain

like stars in the night

his wife, Mackenzie, he had never seen

bar’s uniform, but it was the

among the female servers.

so, it accentuated her alluring curves. Nonetheless,

part of her was her long and slender

stockings.

Milani could not

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

Yoel back to

both, he promptly flushed bright

the bar to steal glances at

had

was not in the mood to tease him for a bit,

that with the man. Instead, he cut straight to the chase. “One

logo is missing. There are

figure out a

to respond, his attention was snagged by

in the

get bored with those legs for a

adjacent booth, a man abruptly jumped out and

beautiful server’s path.

server was Xylie Tanner, a university student who

part-time at the bar.

she came for an interview, the manager

Consequently, he suggested she take on a

hostess.

of a server was pitifully low, and

entirely on

different for a bar

holding up his

told her that she could earn at least fifty thousand

a

were so lucky to catch the fancy of a wealthy man, that