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 the women,

He may look like a dummy, and my

him one, but he can be

was humiliated by

have

staring at him,

topic. “Tsk, are you an idiot? Do you think a loser like

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

turned to Beatrix. “Is there a standard I need

in terms of status and wealth to be

demeanor was a stark contrast with the

man.

well. So

looks like an ill–mannered child in front of

him!

“The only standards I have

3/8

someone at least one hundred and eighty centimeters tall,

you achieved.”

turned to

wasn’t that tall.

edges of Jonathan’s lips twitched as he cursed his hair wax buddy

his mind.

case, he’s definitely

quality of modern education

this kind of

again, enraging

kicked

point every time he opened his mouth,

him out

the

your courage comes from. Don’t you know who Ms.

of the objects on her body cost years of

buried myself in there instead of

myself here!”

5/8

plenty of people eyed Emmanuel

as he’s on a different

Ms. Beatrix! We would’ve felt ashamed and left

were in his shoes!

Emmanuel didn’t flee because he was never one to

between

he argued, “Why should I? I never

living my life with my

the battlefield, protecting my fatherland and

country is minor, I’ve

always stand tall and with pride, no matter

crowd and elicited

scion who only knew

truly admirable

the border like him, the descendants

families wouldn’t have had a comfortable

“Well said!” Beatrix applauded.

Elizabeth, too.