Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 132

Elizabeth was Beatrix’s best friend, so, of course, the latter would rescue the

former.

Just as Beatrix was about to do something, a man in a suit rushed into the

venue with a few security guards.

Upon witnessing the situation, the man in the suit approached Christopher

with an ingratiating smile. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Thompson! I’m the general

manager of the hotel. Both Ms. Quillen and Ms. Lenoir are my guests. Will you

be so kind as to release them? I’ll definitely compensate your losses. Plenty of

beautiful women in our hotel are willing to keep you company and quell your

rage.”

As the general manager of the hotel, he was familiar with a few reputable

attendees of the banquet. If anything happened to them, he would definitely

be fired, so he had to do his best to settle the issue peacefully.

Using that opportunity, Beatrix sent Mackenzie a message asking for help.

In her mind, Mackenzie was powerful and wouldn’t be afraid of Wolf Warrior

Society.

out of my face!” Christopher was already arrogant on a

even more outrageous in a

manager away, he laughed. “Do I look like

woman to spend

more unhinged he sounded. “Listen up, everyone!

kneel at the side while the woman line against

strip

to happen! Otherwise, I’ll disfigure the woman and

his subordinates unsheathed their

students were terrified by the sight of the weapons

mouths shut.

children of affluent families in Yeringham, so they were

influence of Wolf Warrior Society.

were either killed or maimed by them in the

no one in the venue dared

couldn’t stay

Christopher away.

was initially enraged. However, his eyes sparkled

he saw how beautiful Beatrix was. “Well, f*ck me. I didn’t

was someone prettier here!”

a savage wolf, he guffawed wretchedly. “Daughters of rich families

have tender skins! Tonight, I’m

men were shamelessly excited when they heard

all, they had fantasized about sleeping with Beatrix and Elizabeth

warning, Christopher

me!” Beatrix covered her chest reflexively. She didn’t