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

in my dreams!” Godfrey chuckled self–deprecatingly. “In front of the Icy Female CEO, we were no different from the average

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

right!” Godfrey’s 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

scornful of Mackenzie, suddenly showed a crafty

with similar intentions, especially since they knew Mackenzie had chosen. an

cause of the Quillen family’s downfall,” someone else chimed in. “If Mackenzie had married

discussions happened to fall within earshot of Beatrix and Lexi. Beatrix was deeply concerned that if her mother and aunts heard these comments, they might redouble their efforts to break up her sister and

older women of the Quillen family had already heard

then, they were backstage at the press conference, nagging and complaining to

solve the technical refining issue, didn’t he?

right then and spoke harshly. “Typical of lower–class people–they talk