Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 593

“Haha! Exciting! How exciting!” Quintus had been exclaiming in the car on their

way back to the Lenoir residence. After doing so for a while, he turned to look

at Emmanuel with eyes full of admiration. “This is great! Somebody should’ve

sorted out a b*stard like Hubert long ago. Just who was the one that actually

came up with such a brilliant idea? This is so mean, but I love it! Haha…”

After brewing for some time, Hubert’s live stream was now known almost

throughout Yeringham. Quintus had also watched a small part of it while

driving just now, and he couldn’t help having great fun out of it. He despised

Hubert and had always looked down on this love rival of his. In his opinion, it

simply made him less cool to court Mackenzie along with someone like this.

Unfortunately, given Hubert’s status and his family’s power and influence,

Quintus had been unable to do anything about this guy despite his dislike for

him; moreover, Hubert was considered a relative of the Lenoirs. Hence, it was

simply a great pleasure for him to watch Hubert being humiliated so

miserably now.

Emmanuel merely shrugged instead of answering. He had only intended to

expected Beatrix to go so over

actually have Hubert locked up in a room and live–streamed! Thanks

now at a

drive straight into

car!” He hurriedly

car even came to a complete stop, he found

outside the car.

of the car while

As expected

most deserve to be

time for nonsense with him, though. His

parked in the garage of the Lenoir residence. There’s

it! This car’s license plate is from

here again?” he asked in a

Quintus get startled for a moment. He replied with

indeed. Hey! Wait

could finish his sentence, Emmanuel barged right into

residence.

throw his hands up in resignation. This brat is

of me despite me being his number–one

rude temperament from

the blink of an eye, Emmanuel arrived at the

but no one dared

he was here to

Come out here!” yelled Emmanuel furiously.

and Claudette before. I

Lowe, please stop yelling at the Lenoir

had the living room

ear to his warning, though. He

You can’t hide from

butler was well aware of Emmanuel’s identity and