Love At The Wrong Table

“Haha…” The woman giggled upon hearing Emmanuel’s words, her proud chest heaving as if she was intentionally provoking Mackenzie.

Mackenzie bit her lip lightly, growing even more certain that this woman was indeed her sister, Sarah, for she had always loved flaunting her larger assets. Of course, Mackenzie also flaunted being taller than her. After all, it was about 5’6″ and 119 pounds versus 5’5″ and 125 pounds, each with its own merits.

“Mr. Lowe, you are quite humorous.” The woman in white laughed for a while before responding to Emmanuel. “Several decades ago, the Holy Fire organization used the Heart of the Sun to build a great project. Our organization was born because of this stone. So whose is it if not ours?”

What?! Emmanuel and Mackenzie started.

They really didn’t know the story of the Holy Fire organization, but judging from the woman’s gaze and tone, it didn’t seem like she was making things up. However, the woman’s next words made them flabbergasted.

“Not only the Heart of the Sun, but Mr. Lowe should actually be my man. You snatched him away shamelessly, Ms. Quillen.”

“You shameless woman!” Mackenzie immediately scolded in anger. She treated the woman in white differently than other women.

Many people actually had two sides to them. For example, some people appear cold and reserved in front of others but become talkative and lively in front of familiar people. Mackenzie was no exception; she had a particular dislike for the woman in white, so she was more prone to anger around her.

also shocked to hear the Saintess speak like that, for she held an extraordinary position in the Holy Fire organization, admired by many,

the Heart of the Sun that night, with over a hundred brothers guarding the bridge

leisurely engaging in an

undermines the credibility of your previous words!” Emmanuel, on the contrary, remained

Lowe, are

Emmanuel, whose forehead broke out in cold sweat, quickly doing damage control. “I haven’t done anything. I am

Paradise, you… Oh, I won’t say more. It’s embarrassing!” The woman in white deliberately left

white sneered, “Mr. Lowe, are

Emmanuel, whose forehead broke out in cold sweat, quickly doing damage control. “I haven’t done anything. I am not

Paradise, you… Oh, I won’t say more. It’s embarrassing!” The woman in

“Mackenzie, don’t listen to