Mistaken Match Marrying the Enigmatic CEO

Chapter 86

Mackenzie called Beatrix to have dinner together that night.

To put it more accurately, it was for a drink rather than dinner.

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The establishment they were at was one of the Quillen family’s

businesses. They used to frequent the place for dinner, but it was their first

since Mackenzie had gotten married.

“Is there something on your mind, Mackenzie? Why are you drinking so

much?”

Beatrix didn’t notice something was going on with Mackenzie at first

because the latter was good at hiding her feelings and thoughts.

In other words, Mackenzie never let anything bother her.

After she gulped down the eighth glass of alcohol that night, Beatrix finally

realized something was wrong and that Mackenzie was trying to get

herself drunk.

“I’m fine. It’s just the cold weather. I’m having some alcohol to fend off the

chills,” Mackenzie explained.

This is a problem and a big one at that!

Beatrix knew Mackenzie never cared to explain anything. Thus when

Mackenzie intentionally found an excuse to have alcohol, it simply proved

she was instinctively trying to play it off.

did Emmanuel do something

imply that Emmanuel could bully Mackenzie.

on the

done anything good?” Mackenzie spat

an idiot. He would be troubled over a

who was the one on

who she was and

that’s where

with the thugs at the project site and settled the logo issue.

as Beatrix listed down everything Emmanuel

done.

know why she had a stuffy

Comprehension finally dawned upon her when

pointed it out.

I feeling like this because of that

don’t

talk about that

down another

the sharp-witted person she was, Beatrix secretly emptied

floor

but didn’t expose her.

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with her. She just wanted

that night.

a drunken Mackenzie leave the

at night.

before, they ended

thing for controlling everything

was young, but her marriage with Emmanuel was out

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Quillen residence,

would need to

night.

should we head to, Ms. Quillen?”

eight professional

backseat as if she had fallen asleep.