Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 163

Mackenzie was taken aback by the voice, realizing that their undercover

mission in Greendale Village could be jeopardized if their true identities were

exposed.

Maintaining a calm demeanor, Emmanuel responded, “Oh, Remi, it’s you. Just

got off work?”

“Yeah, just finished. I heard some outrageous things about you, Emmanuel.

Your granddad and your cousin vilified you on the internet. They claimed that

you swindled them out of their money and even labeled you heartless for not

helping your uncle. How could they twist the truth so blatantly?”

Mackenzie felt a wave of relief wash over her upon hearing Remi’s words. She

didn’t expect the people of Greendale Village to be so reasonable and

understanding.

“The dividends of Greendale Village were distributed based on the names

listed in the household registry. Your mother retained her status as a villager

when she got married, so it’s only natural for her to receive the annual

dividends. How could they accuse you of conning them out of their money?”

Remi continued, her voice filled with righteous indignation.

the motivations behind the slanderous

by Hermann and Jamison against Emmanuel

sum

yards and breeding farms. The

an annual

to year, usually around

very least, the villagers would receive a minimum of three

being a resident

share of the

family had been unlawfully taking Alessandra’s

years, amassing a sum of over a

chosen to overlook it until she found herself unable to

for her kidney stones. At that point, Roselynn took matters into

Hermann and his

Alessandra’s rightful share.

heated arguments and intervention

recover a little over forty

was now falsely accusing Roselynn of maliciously

man’s hard–earned money.

turned to Remi and asked, “Where can

Hermann

vive

are the village’s minions, spreading

regardless

with their names and addresses, and with

memory, the latter memorized

to have Lexi send some men

these individuals.

a plethora of ideas on how

Hermann, Mackenzie was eager to witness the

tide turns against

you’re not Roselynn, are