Love At The Wrong Table

“Lara, shut up!” Mackenzie glared at Lara,

After all, there was a saying about keeping family matters private. Lara’s words risked embroiling not only herself but also Emmanuel and the entire Quillen family in unnecessary controversy.

What was the truth, and did they even know about it?

“Mackenzie! Fine, I won’t speak. But you’ve got to listen to what everyone else is saying. Stop being so stubborn!” Lara’s defiance was evident in her tone, though her words seemed to imply there was more than met the eye.

Mackenzie’s expression turned colder by the second, like an iceberg. She clenched her fists in frustration at her sister’s words.

“Lara, stop making things difficult for Mackenzie! Just shut it!”

Just as Lexi and Beatrix pondered Mackenzie’s next move, a sudden roar filled the room.

Even Ashton was taken aback by Gautier’s unexpected support for Mackenzie in such a critical moment.

All attention shifted toward the man as he clutched his arm. His complexion was paling with pain. “I stand by Mackenzie’s decision-”

But before he could finish, he faltered and collapsed to the ground.

“Mr. Verkade!”

“Mr. Gautier!”

“Gautier!”

Gautier, and the scene

dilemma. Her expression reflected the complexity

like she stood on a pedestal without a means of descent, as if the ladder

“Mackenzie!!”

confront the heiress of the Silverbane family for your sake. Can Emmanuel do that? Can he facilitate our family’s entry into

stab at

when her emotions surged. Beatrix wondered

to maintain composure, ignoring Lara’s plea. Yet, amidst the turmoil, her concern for Gautier couldn’t be ignored. Everyone present knew

you need to go to

fluttered open. His grasp on her delicate hand tightened as a foolish smile graced his lips. “Promise me, alright?”

like a marionette with strings wound tightly around her,

business community proved well-founded as his gentle persuasion rendered her defenseless against his

couldn’t help but think, What a mess! It looks like Emmanuel has been backed into a corner by this Verkade.

of my

was teetering on the edge of confrontation with the Verkade family, a commanding voice shattered

resonated like a thunderclap and sent

“Emmanuel?”

“Emmanuel!”

Lexi, all voicing their

eyes flickered, mirroring the intensity of Emmanuel’s presence. He was a tempest in her eyes, accompanied by flashes of

that moment, a storm brewed