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!”

and the scene immediately became

trapped in a dilemma. Her expression reflected the complexity

pondered Gautier’s motives. It felt like she stood on a pedestal without a means of descent, as if the ladder had been yanked away

“Mackenzie!!”

cry pierced the air, tears cascading down her cheeks. “At a crucial moment, it was Gautier who courageously stepped forward to shield you from the bullet He’s even willing to confront the heiress of the Silverbane family for your sake. Can Emmanuel do that? Can he facilitate our family’s entry into the chamber of

seemed to stab at Mackenzie’s heart.

her accent when her emotions surged. Beatrix wondered if it had been an act all along.

plea. Yet, amidst the turmoil, her concern for Gautier couldn’t be ignored. Everyone present knew he

you need to go

Gautier’s eyes fluttered open. His grasp on her delicate hand tightened as a foolish smile graced his lips.

marionette with strings wound tightly around her, rendering her

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

drama. She couldn’t help but think, What a mess! It

of my

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

resonated like a thunderclap and sent shivers down the spines of

“Emmanuel?”

“Emmanuel!”

all voicing

mirroring the intensity of Emmanuel’s presence. He was a tempest

a storm brewed within the man.