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 the women,

He may look like

him one, but he can be quite

humiliated by the laughter

weak! I’ll have you

he noticed everyone was staring at him, he interrupted

idiot? Do you

You don’t have the right

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

terms of status and wealth to

composed demeanor was a stark contrast with the enraged

man.

was captivated by Emmanuel as well. So that’s the

That hair–wax guy looks like an ill–mannered

him!

grinned. “The only standards I

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at least one hundred

you achieved.”

hair–wax guy turned to Jonathan, who

wasn’t that tall.

twitched as he cursed his

his mind.

definitely spouting nonsense

modern education must’ve

this kind of

laughed again, enraging

kicked him away. Not

every time he opened

him out of my

the chase and sneered at Emmanuel.

idea where your courage comes from. Don’t

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

dug a hole and buried myself in there

myself here!”

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words, plenty of people

long as he’s on a different

We would’ve felt

were in his shoes!

flee because he was never one to care

differences between

argued, “Why should I? I never felt ashamed for being poor,

soldier, I’ve been living my life with

protecting my fatherland and its borders.

the country is

stand tall and with pride, no matter

words bewildered the crowd and elicited

scion who only knew how to flaunt his wealth,

a truly admirable

for brave soldiers guarding the border like

have had a comfortable

“Well said!” Beatrix applauded.

Elizabeth, too.