Love At The Wrong Table

Mackenzie gave Emmanuel a call, only to discover that his phone was

turned off.

“Sure enough, he’s an idiot! He doesn’t even realize that his phone has

died!”

Unadulterated anxiety gripped her.

The project was exceedingly important, and their competitor, Verkade

Group, had set their sights on it.

If that project were to succeed, Terence Group would be nabbing a huge

contract worth a billion from Verkade Group in the next year.

For that reason, Verkade Group were determined to see them fail.

Perhaps Samuel and his men had even been incited to make trouble for

Terence Group back then. Unfortunately for them, Terence Group had

managed to resolve the problem.

Mackenzie and Terence Group were currently on their guard against

Verkade Group in everything. Hence, the latter could not do anything to

sabotage things.

While the mistaken logo would not affect any operations, Mackenzie was

worried that Verkade Group would use it as a pretext to attack Terence

Group and make clients lose confidence in the company.

As far as she knew, Verkade Group’s CEO, Gautier Verkade, was a piece of

trash who did not mind using all sorts of despicable means. Thus, the

matter could never be allowed to get to his knowledge. Otherwise, he

would definitely seize the opportunity to make a mountain out of a

molehill.

At worst, we’ll do away with the strategic warehouse’s logo unveiling on

the day of the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

She was presently frantic to look for Emmanuel because she feared that

he would make a huge deal out of the matter resulting in it becoming Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

public knowledge. By then, it would be difficult for her to deal with the fallout.

Meanwhile, Emmanuel and Milani had arrived at the bar.

As soon as they lifted their eyes, they were greeted by the words “Pink

Zone” on a big neon signboard. It was incredibly eye-catching.

The bar was filled with suggestive and risqué undertones. Besides, its

business was flourishing.

“Hmph! Yoel, that b*stard, is pretty good at picking a place to relax!” Milani

could not help scoffing.

Yoel Larson was the name of the craftsman from Cloud Construction.

Emmanuel had once met him during the meeting previously. He wore

glasses and appeared to be quite an honest man.

He shouldn’t be such a kind of person. Oh well, it’s difficult to conclude that.

As the saying goes, don’t judge a book by its cover.

Taking the lead, Emmanuel stepped into the bar.

With a snort, Milani followed.

The bar was not as luxurious as they had imagined, but the atmosphere

was exceedingly amorous and could spark the lust of young couples.

On top of that, the female servers had stunning figures and were dressed

in diverse costumes and silk stockings of various colors. Verily, they were

all striking.

That went doubly true for the bar hostesses. Anything they wore

underneath would be bared with just a tilt of their bottoms.

“What a perv!” Milani sneered. Only when Emmanuel turned to her did she

deliberately clarify, “Hmph! I wasn’t talking about you but Yoel!”

Emmanuel merely shrugged. If it were not for business issues, he did not

even want to speak with her.

In no time, they found Yoel.

Unexpectedly, the man was seated in a booth. There were neither women

nor men around him.

Emmanuel noticed that his gaze was fixed in a particular direction, and he

did not even notice their presence when they had walked up to him from

behind.

Following his gaze, Emmanuel spotted a slender figure.

Ah, it turns out that he’s secretly eyeballing a beauty.

In the next second, the beauty in a black and white maid costume turned

around. A single glance at her astounded him as well.

The woman was in her early twenties with exquisite features, fair skin, and

outstanding looks.

Her jet-black hair was pinned back with a plain hairpin, and she exuded

innocence. Her crystalline eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky.

Other than his wife, Mackenzie, he had never seen such a beautiful girl.

Her maid costume was the bar’s uniform, but it was the most conservative

among the female servers.

Even so, it accentuated her alluring curves. Nonetheless, the most

attractive part of her was her long and slender legs encased in silk

stockings.

In fact, even Milani could not help envying her.

“Mr. Larson! We’re here!”

“Huh?”

Emmanuel’s sudden holler snapped Yoel back to his senses.

At the sight of them both, he promptly flushed bright red.

The fact that he patronized the bar to steal glances at the beautiful

female server had come to light.

Emmanuel was not in the mood to tease him for a bit, much less speak

about that with the man. Instead, he cut straight to the chase. “One of the

four lines on the logo is missing. There are still two nights and a day. Can

you figure out a way to settle this?”

Just when Yoel was about to respond, his attention was snagged by the

commotion in the adjacent booth.

“Tsk-tsk! I won’t get bored with those legs for a year!”

At the adjacent booth, a man abruptly jumped out and blocked the

beautiful server’s path.

The server was Xylie Tanner, a university student who was working

part-time at the bar.

When she came for an interview, the manager was impressed by her

beauty and aura. Consequently, he suggested she take on a job as a bar

hostess.

Ultimately, the basic salary of a server was pitifully low, and the money

they made depended entirely on their sales of liquor.

Conversely, things were different for a bar hostess. She still remembered

the manager holding up his hand to her.

He told her that she could earn at least fifty thousand a month so long as

she was willing to be a bit more open, considering her looks.

If she were so lucky to catch the fancy of a wealthy man, that amount

could multiply tenfold or even without an upper limit.

Not only did Xylie turn down the offer right then and there, but she even

whirled around to leave.

However, the manager called her back and agreed to take her on as a

server.

Being a bar manager, he had seen all kinds of women. Many who were

initially virtuous ended up selling their bodies for money.

He believed that Xylie would likewise become a bar hostess sooner or

later if she needed the money. It was unnecessary for him to persuade

her further.

To his surprise, Xylie remained firm in her bottom line. Her looks and aura

attracted many men in the bar, with Yoel being one of them.

He visited the bar every day after work just because he wanted to have a

look at her.

“Do you need any liquor?”

Despite having been stopped by the scoundrel of a man at that moment,

Xylie still had to force a smile and put forth that question courteously.

Seeing her in such a situation, even Emmanuel felt sorry for her, let alone

Yoel.

Ah, she’s a poor girl who’s desperate to make ends meet. I understand

such hardship and helplessness!

“Tsk-tsk, what a devastating beauty!”

The scoundrelly man was somebody. When he sprang to his feet, the rest

of the men in the booth followed suit and surrounded Xylie.

Xylie could not help panicking. Clutching the liquor menu to her chest, she

slowly backed away, trembling slightly.

Still, she suppressed her repulsion toward the man and mustered her

courage to hold the liquor menu out. Smiling, she stated, “This is the list of

liquor available in the bar, Sir. Some are pretty good, and I personally

recommended them!”

Emmanuel was impressed by her way of dealing with the matter. It was

plainly evident that the man had vile intentions, yet she was trying her

best to yank him back to the right path.

Alas, no sooner had she handed the menu to the man than he snatched it

away and placed it under his nose before taking a hard sniff. He wore a

downright salacious expression on his face.

“Tsk-tsk, this menu was plastered against the beauty’s chest, and it’s

incredibly fragrant!”

Right after he said that, the lackeys around him clamored to have a whiff

of the menu.

The man was very generous, casually handing the liquor menu to the lackey beside him.

The entire group of men sniffed at the menu depravedly as though it was Xylie’s bosom.