Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 173

Emmanuel felt a little awkward. Why do I feel like a kept man, being protected

by my beautiful wife? Fine, I’ll admit it. This feels great!

Meanwhile, Hubert also sensed something was off and hastily went to

Gautier.

At that moment, Gautier had already returned home from work. When he

heard from Hubert that someone was defending Emmanuel online, he

immediately checked using his phone.

He found that the internet was awash with vindications supporting

Emmanuel. He curled his thin lips into a smirk. “Ha! It seems like Mackenzie is

helping him.”

“What? Mackenzie is helping him?” Hubert became even more disgruntled.

Why is my goddess helping him?

“What exactly is his relationship with Mackenzie?” Hubert exclaimed.

Gautier was also very curious. However, he never thought that Emmanuel

was actually Mackenzie’s husband. Otherwise, he could’ve easily figured out

the truth by carrying out an investigation at City Hall.

“Calm down. Even Mackenzie can’t save the Verkade family’s enemy. I give

you my word!”

gave the instruction using his phone

internet water army to smear

the internet was flooded with users slandering

Emmanuel, spreading

vulgar remarks

comments, Emmanuel furrowed his brows. These

responses. Their words are

netizens, having low IQs and eager for drama,

by

never be

it was Gautier

down, she immediately texted Lexi, ordering

countering.

time, Jamison thought the comment he posted and his

others were taking effect. “Haha. It seems like the public’s eyes

sharp!”

duo was about

discovered that those scornfully abusive comments

were being rebutted, stating they were bot

become so capable? How did

ignorant dropout, knew nothing

aspects related matters.

baffled him even more, was how Emmanuel, a

of eighty thousand, had the money to

your trending topic has dropped to third

Jamison was

people were still following and commenting on his article,

the popularity decrease?

as he refreshed the homepage, he saw that the

clarification posts published by Roselynn

Yeringham merely followed the