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.”

people, especially

may look like a dummy, and my

one, but he can be quite

dude was humiliated by the laughter and

me weak! I’ll have you know I can-”

staring at him, he interrupted

are you an idiot? Do

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

Emmanuel turned to Beatrix. “Is there a standard I

wealth to

was a stark contrast with the

man.

captivated by Emmanuel as well. So

guy looks like an ill–mannered child

him!

only standards I have are for height and

3/8

least one hundred and eighty centimeters

you achieved.”

hair–wax guy turned to Jonathan, who

wasn’t that tall.

Jonathan’s lips twitched as he cursed

his mind.

he’s definitely

of modern education must’ve

kind

again, enraging

anything, Jonathan kicked him away. Not

point every time he opened

I want him

cut straight to the

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

body cost years of your salary! If I

and buried myself in there

myself here!”

5/8

of people

as long as he’s on a different social

would’ve felt ashamed and left

were in his shoes!

didn’t flee because he was

between social

should I? I never felt ashamed for being

my life with

my

to the country is

and with

bewildered the crowd and elicited respect from

knew how to

truly

for brave soldiers guarding the border like

have had

“Well said!” Beatrix applauded.

Elizabeth, too.