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

never expected Beatrix to go so

have Hubert locked up in

at a complete loss for

just about to drive straight into the

car!” He hurriedly hit

came to a complete stop, he

outside the car.

car while shouting with

are really incredible! As expected from the man who ranks

who most

nonsense with him, though. His

the garage of the Lenoir residence.

This car’s license plate

again?” he asked in a grim

a moment. He replied with a nod,

his car indeed. Hey! Wait a

could finish his sentence, Emmanuel

residence.

hands up in resignation. This brat is

of me despite me being his number–one love rival! Did

rude temperament

eye, Emmanuel arrived at the Lenoir

was heavily guarded, but no one dared

that he was

out here!” yelled Emmanuel furiously.

and Claudette before. I must keep my

Lowe, please stop yelling at the Lenoir

had the living

ear to his warning, though. He kept on

anymore, Magnus! You can’t

aware of Emmanuel’s identity and status. Without