Love At The Wrong Table

“It’s… It’s you!” Zaiden clearly recognized the man, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

“You’ve brought disgrace to your noble lineage! In every aspect, you’ve run things into the ground! If you lose the position of Nuthana’s vice-chairman, we’ll kill your entire family!” The man leaned in close to Zaiden, his voice dripping with cold menace.

Before Zaiden could respond, the man had already left. The couple shuddered repeatedly, shocked that those people would actually treat them this way. But, in a sense, it was expected…

After a 20-minute boat ride, the Quillens had already landed on the island.

It was like a paradise, opening their eyes wide. In the center of the island was a magnificent building named the Badlands Arena, the venue for the finals. Surrounding it were various leisure and entertainment facilities, as well as a variety of delicious food.

In short, this was a sanctuary specifically prepared for the scions, the rich, and the powerful to watch martial arts matches. There were even clearly marked prices for accompanying ladies, with hourly rates written on signs. Shane and Frederick, among others, couldn’t help but marvel all the way. The world of the wealthy was truly colorful!

After disembarking, it was already noon, and the matches weren’t scheduled to start until 8 p.m. So, the Quillens didn’t rush to enter but instead rested and played around the area. Emmanuel and Mackenzie chose to enter a leisurely cafe, but as soon as they stepped in, an ugly man approached them.

“Hehe, Emmanuel, Ms. Quillen, what a coincidence!”

“Dotson?”

and instinctively asked, “Is Hattie

to come greet you. Please follow me to the VIP area!” Blake invited the two up

become best friends with Magnus’ sister. It was quite absurd when he thought about it. Yet

I’ve been waiting for you for so long!” Hattie, who was usually aloof and regal,

he felt a

the girl he first knew. She and

tell me in advance?” Mackenzie also felt a

wasn’t because there weren’t other girls her age around, but because only those who were similar in various aspects could become her close friends. She and Sarah had always clashed; Beatrix was too young for her, and the women from other commercial families in Yeringham were too different from her. Only someone like Claudette, who was more or less similar, ended up becoming her rival. Hattie’s initiative and indifference toward Emmanuel finally allowed her to find a woman with whom she could develop a close