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

He may look like a dummy,

one, but he

dude was humiliated by

I’ll have

everyone was staring at him,

an idiot? Do

You don’t have the right

Emmanuel turned to Beatrix. “Is there a standard I

wealth to

was a stark contrast with the enraged

man.

as well. So that’s the

That hair–wax guy looks like an ill–mannered child

him!

Beatrix grinned. “The only standards I

3/8

hundred and eighty centimeters

you achieved.”

turned to Jonathan, who winced because

wasn’t that tall.

edges of Jonathan’s lips twitched as he cursed his

his mind.

he’s definitely spouting

modern education must’ve dropped, considering

this kind of

enraging

kicked him

time he opened his mouth, but he

him out

straight to the chase

from. Don’t you know who

the objects on her body cost years of your salary!

and buried

myself here!”

5/8

words, plenty of people eyed Emmanuel

pointless as long as he’s on a different social

We would’ve felt

were in his shoes!

didn’t flee because he was never one to

differences between

should I? I never felt ashamed for being poor,

my life with

my fatherland

contribution to the country is minor, I’ve never committed

I’ll always stand tall and with

the crowd and elicited respect from

a scion who only knew how

truly admirable

for brave soldiers guarding the border like him,

have had a

“Well said!” Beatrix applauded.

Elizabeth, too.