Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 129

Abruptly, Beatrix leaped, frightening Emmanuel.

In the next moment, she grabbed his hand and smiled at Elizabeth. “Let

me introduce you to Mr. Emmanuel Lowe! He’s my escort tonight.”

Emmanuel and Elizabeth were astonished.

What’s this situation? Elizabeth was confounded. Beatrix should know

Jonathan likes her, yet she intentionally asked a handsome man to pick

her up! She’s clearly trying to stir up trouble!

”

The moment Jonathan noticed Emmanuel was speaking to Beatrix, he

speedily approached her with his buddies.

Elizabeth was a tad fearful upon spotting Jonathan striding toward them

fiercely. Emmanuel may be handsome, but he can’t win against a wealthy

individual in this materialistic society!

Before Jonathan could speak, his buddy, whose head was covered in hair

wax, glanced at the brand of Emmanuel’s clothing. Then, he threatened

with contempt, “The most important quality a person should possess is

self–awareness. If you wish to acquaint yourself with someone in high

places, you need to be capable of it first. Otherwise, you’ll get unlucky

easily.” So what if this man can wear his cheap clothing well? Our leather

shoes are still worth more than everything on his body. He can act cool,

but he can’t pretend to be rich!

The surrounding youngsters loved to watch any drama unfold, so they

promptly gathered around Emmanuel.

Plenty of men commented on him. While they were jealous of his

impressive figure, they thought he wasn’t a good match for Beatrix.

Emmanuel wasn’t angry, but he wasn’t a doormat either. Swiftly, he acted

like a foolish jester. “In high places? I don’t think the sixth floor is that high. I

barely broke a sweat reaching here. Are you so physically weak that you

think the sixth floor is a high place to reach by stairs? Tsk, tsk. Youngsters

like you should exercise more.”

of people, especially

lit up. He may look like a dummy,

one, but he

by the laughter and

have you know

everyone was staring at him,

an idiot? Do you think

to be Ms. Beatrix’s escort? You don’t have the right to covet

Beatrix. “Is there a standard

terms of status and wealth to be your escort,

stark contrast with the enraged

man.

Emmanuel as well. So that’s the charm

hair–wax guy looks like an ill–mannered child

him!

Beatrix grinned. “The only standards I have are for height and looks.

3/8

one hundred and

you achieved.”

to

wasn’t that tall.

lips twitched as he cursed

his mind.

that case, he’s definitely spouting

of modern education

this kind of

again, enraging the

anything, Jonathan kicked him

opened his mouth, but

I want him

to the chase and sneered at

idea where your courage comes from. Don’t you know who

on her body cost years

dug a hole and buried

myself here!”

5/8

of people eyed Emmanuel with

is pointless as long as he’s on

would’ve felt ashamed and

were in his shoes!

because he was never

between social

argued, “Why should I? I never felt

soldier, I’ve been living my life

protecting my fatherland and its

country is minor, I’ve never committed

stand tall and with pride, no

crowd and elicited respect from

only knew how

truly

for brave soldiers guarding the border like him,

wouldn’t have

“Well said!” Beatrix applauded.

Elizabeth, too.