Love At The Wrong Table

Alfred squinted his eyes and remained silent.

“I see! I see!” Lara exclaimed excitedly. “I knew I couldn’t have been wrong! The stones are different, so the parameters are different!”

“Tsk, what’s the use of understanding it now? If it weren’t for my brother-in-law, you would still be frustrated. This is the difference between you and my brother-in-law!” Beatrix stuck close to Emmanuel, proudly stating as if he was exclusively her brother-in-law, not Lara’s too.

Lara had nothing to say. Even in European education, the winner-takes-all mentality prevailed, and on that day, she had indeed lost.

It seemed that Emmanuel wasn’t the grassroots man living off his wife, as some had rumored. Hmph, but so what?

He’s definitely still not as outstanding as Gautier!

“Alright, everyone, let’s head back. The development of the new energy product is successful. Next is the research on launching it into the market. We need to hold a meeting to discuss it.” Mackenzie swiftly took charge, not wanting to continue idle chatter.

Of course, before dispersing, she had to praise her husband. “Emmanuel, you did really well this time. I’ll reward you!”

“Emmanuel, I suggest you aim for a private reward, not a company reward!” Beatrix quickly reminded in a hushed voice, gently nudging her foolish brother-in-law with her shoulder. If she was correct, he must still have yet to conquer Mackenzie.

felt a bit uncomfortable. Shocked that his sister-in-law would

Terence was also delighted, laughing heartily as he left

had promised not to interfere in the affairs of the younger generation. However, his granddaughter wanted to reward Emmanuel, which would be her decision. Of course, he

time, a rare guest was

and Terence were both out. Another steward hurriedly approached Felicity and reported, “Ms. Lenoir,

who was leisurely watering flowers in the courtyard, asked with a slight surprise.

the steward respectfully said.

revealed a slightly happy expression. After all, she felt lonely in the Quillen residence, and it was rare for someone from the Lenoir family to visit her, even if they weren’t

“Let her in.”

“Yes, Ms. Lenoir!”

long after the steward left, Laura

Laura spoke

around, glanced at her, and self-deprecatingly said, “I’m just a woman. What can I compete with others for? I’m happy to live a life of ease and prosperity, and I don’t want to bother