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.

the name of the craftsman

had once met him during the meeting previously. He

to be

such a kind of person. Oh well, it’s difficult to

the saying goes, don’t judge a book

Emmanuel stepped

a snort,

as they had imagined, but the

exceedingly amorous and could spark the lust

the female servers had stunning figures

stockings of various colors. Verily,

all striking.

doubly true for the bar hostesses.

bared with just a tilt of their

Only when Emmanuel turned to

I wasn’t talking

not for

want to speak

no time,

in a booth. There were neither

nor men around him.

was fixed in a particular direction, and

their presence when they had walked

behind.

Emmanuel spotted a slender

turns out that

the next second, the beauty in a black and

single glance at her astounded

her early twenties with exquisite features, fair

outstanding looks.

hair was pinned back with a plain hairpin,

crystalline eyes sparkled like stars in

than his wife, Mackenzie, he had never seen such

maid costume was the bar’s uniform, but it was

among the female servers.

accentuated her alluring curves.

her long and slender legs

stockings.

could not help

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

Yoel back

sight of them both, he

patronized the bar to

had come

not in the mood to tease

he cut straight to

lines on the logo is missing. There are

out a way to

to respond, his attention was

in the adjacent

bored with

the adjacent booth, a man abruptly jumped out and blocked

beautiful server’s path.

Xylie Tanner, a university student who was

part-time at the bar.

an interview, the manager

she take on a job as a

hostess.

of a server was pitifully

entirely on

a

up his

earn at least fifty thousand a month

be a

the fancy of a wealthy