Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 485

Mackenzie, engrossed in handling some matters on her phone, was caught

off guard by the sudden jolt, leaving her slightly disheveled. Hastily, she tidied

her hair and glanced up.

She knew Emmanuel was a skilled driver and wouldn’t brake so suddenly

without reason. However, it was early in the morning, so what could be

obstructing their path at the residential area entrance?

As her gaze lifted, instant comprehension dawned upon her. Her eyebrows

furrowed, and she swiftly rolled down the car window to deliver a stern

reprimand. “Quintus, what kind of crazy stunt are you pulling again? Get lost!”

The strained connection she had with the Lenoir family had intensified her

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aversion toward Quintus. Why are people from the Lenoir family so annoying?

“Mackenzie, I’m not here to find you today!” Quintus‘ attitude was slightly

different from usual. He abandoned his sycophantic attitude and directly

pointed at Emmanuel, challenging, “Emmanuel, if you’re a man, get out of the

car. I must have a showdown with you today!”

“What a crazy man!” Mackenzie muttered under her breath and firmly

Emmanuel, “Drive into him!

happens!”

he also found Quintus

recklessly and ram

were already in deep conflict with the

drastic measures, the situation would only

do not do it, then I will!” Faced with his hesitation,

seatbelt and reached for the

Emmanuel hurriedly attempted to persuade

glance from her, he shut his mouth

proceed as she pleased.

didn’t quite grasp the reason behind it.

or the rationality that

place his trust in

pedal, and the

Quintus recklessly.

she out of her mind?!” Quintus

the side, attempting to dodge the

had thought himself formidable, but it turned

fearlessly dared

of

back into the passenger seat, looking

had happened.

couldn’t help but give her a thumbs up. When

to

anyone else from the Lenoir

and no bite! I don’t believe they would dare to do anything to

right, we shouldn’t be afraid of

advised Emmanuel.

upon hearing that. While

the weight of guilt regarding Claudette’s death

lingered within him.

death was the catalyst