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

one, but he can be quite

by the laughter and

I’ll have you

noticed everyone was staring

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

escort? You

him, Emmanuel turned to Beatrix. “Is there a standard I

status and wealth to be your escort,

was a stark contrast

man.

Emmanuel as well. So that’s the charm of

looks like an ill–mannered child in front of

him!

standards I have are for

3/8

hundred and

you achieved.”

hair–wax guy turned to Jonathan, who winced because

wasn’t that tall.

as he cursed his hair wax buddy

his mind.

he’s definitely spouting nonsense earlier.”

modern education must’ve dropped,

this kind of

again, enraging the hair–wax

he could do anything, Jonathan kicked him away.

every time he opened

want him out

to the

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

the objects on her body cost years of your salary! If I

buried myself

myself here!”

5/8

words, plenty of people eyed

long as he’s on a

would’ve felt ashamed and left in tears if

were in his shoes!

Emmanuel didn’t flee because he was never one to

differences between social

should I? I never felt ashamed for being poor, and

becoming a soldier, I’ve been living my life with

my fatherland and

to the country is

tall and with pride,

bewildered the crowd

only knew how to flaunt his

a truly admirable

brave soldiers guarding the border like him, the

have had a comfortable

“Well said!” Beatrix applauded.

Elizabeth, too.