Love At The Wrong Table

“Hehe, I never dreamed that Terence Group would end up in this situation today,” a man in casual attire at the press conference venue suddenly chuckled. “I wonder how panicked the heiress of the Quillen family is right now.”

His smile carried an air of fantasy and greed.

“Yes, it’s true that the wheel of fortune turns,” another man in a beige suit, holding a cigar, said after exhaling a smoke ring. “Terence Group’s stockholders are selling off their shares, and they are facing enormous breach of contract penalties. Many debts that were previously manageable may now be life–threatening.”

Both of them were heirs of prominent Yeringham companies and also among Mackenzie’s admirers. One was named Archibald Zilmont, and the other was Godfrey Hewitt.

In the past, both of them had contemplated pursuing Mackenzie but were quickly discouraged by her icy glare.

“Remember that saying from Yeringham’s high society circles?” Archibald lit a cigarette and asked Godfrey

my dreams!” Godfrey chuckled self–deprecatingly. “In front of the

all in the past. After today, Mackenzie will descend from her pedestal. Let’s see if she can be as

eyes were filled with anticipation. “If the Quillen family can’t pay off their debts, I’m willing to spend millions to buy her back and serve

you’ll be at the back of the line if she can be acquired with money!” Archibald, who had just been scornful of Mackenzie, suddenly showed a crafty side when he heard this. He gritted his teeth and said, “Even if it takes

intentions, especially since they knew Mackenzie had

else chimed in. “If Mackenzie had married into the Verkade

within earshot of Beatrix and Lexi. Beatrix was deeply concerned that if her mother and

the Quillen family had already heard

at the press conference, nagging and complaining

solve the technical refining issue, didn’t he? But

“Typical of lower–class