Love At The Wrong Table

On that night, Emmanuel arrived at the nightclub

named The Paradise.

Beneath his clothes were all bandages!

Standing alone by the door, he puffed at a cigarette in

annoyance.

His mood plummeted when he received a call three

minutes ago, and Roselynn’s voice was still echoing in

his ear. “Manny, Mom was admitted to the hospital

again. She has nephritis! She was asking for you,

wondering when your wife will come and visit. She

thought your wife should have come to see her

already since you two are married.”

Roselynn’s words rendered Emmanuel speechless, and

her remarks still echoed in his ears.

Their father passed away at a young age, and their

mother had to raise him and his sister singlehandedly.

She worked too hard when she was young, and her

unhealthy diet caused her to develop kidney stones.

Some ten years ago, she had to have one of her

kidneys removed, and her only kidney was inflamed.

Emmanuel did not know how long his mother’s body

could hold up.

Her only wish now was to meet her daughter–in–law.

Even seeing her grandchild being born would be a

luxury!

Emmanuel knew he had repeatedly disappointed his

mother, but this time, he was determined to bring

Mackenzie home to fulfill his mother’s wish!

Meanwhile, Mackenzie was in a daze. She might be

staring at the screen, but she was, in fact, zoning out.

She had never been so worried for someone in her life

that it significantly reduced her efficiency at work.

All of a sudden, her phone rang. It was a call from her

grandfather.

“Hey, Mackenzie! Can the strategic warehouse project

be completed in time? All the directors kept pressuring

me for the progress update!” Terence sounded

anxious.

After all, all shareholders wanted profits. As the

majority shareholder of the company, Terénce

undoubtedly hoped the project would succeed.

“Grandpa, I’m waiting for an update from someone,”

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“Updates from someone? Who’s the CEO of Terence

Group? Who’s the decision maker of the company?

And you’re telling me you’re waiting for updates from

another person?” Terence expressed his dismay. What

happened to my granddaughter? That’s not how she

would usually behave!

“I want you to give me an answer right now!” The

agitated Terence raised his voice.

“Grandpa, that person is Emmanuel!” she responded.

“What? Emmanuel?” Terence froze for a moment and

kept mum.

After a while, he expressed his shock. “Why do you

have to wait for him to make a decision for Terence

Group?”

“Grandpa, stop asking, okay?” Mackenzie replied

indifferently, “Anyway, I’ve informed the engineering

team from Cloud Construction to be on standby. I’ll

issue an ultimatum by tomorrow morning.”

After that, she ended the call.

Mackenzie let out a long breath and found herself

unable to sit still.

She could not believe that even during that critical

period, she still found herself expecting Emmanuel to

solve the problem.

As the night fell, Emmanuel flicked his cigarette in front

of the entrance of The Paradise and was ready to enter

the premises.

Suddenly, someone pulled him from the back, and the

person was Sheldon.

“Emmanuel, have you lost your mind? Would you really

stoop to anything for the sake of money? Mr. Webber is

not an easy person to deal with, yet you went to him

and warned him and his men to vacate that piece of

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land. He could easily send someone to take your life.

Do you realize that?” Sheldon exclaimed in agitation,

trying to dissuade the man.

Though he only had a professional relationship with

Emmanuel, from human to human, he did not want the

man to risk his life.

Yet, Emmanuel ignored him and walked straight into

the nightclub.

Unfortunately, the receptionist refused to reveal any

information about their guest to him:

The security guard even chased him out of the club

after he refused to leave.

“Emmanuel, can you stop acting crazy? We can’t even

locate the person. Just give up, okay? It’s impossible for

us to earn that money!” Sheldon stayed back, further

dampening Emmanuel’s spirit.

Emmanuel continued giving him the cold shoulder.

He knew Sheldon was saying that for his own good. But

he doesn’t know how I’m feeling and why I’m doing this.

It’s pointless for me to explain to him at this point.

All of a sudden, an Audi arrived at the parking lot.

As a stunning lady stepped out of her car in high heels,

all eyes were drawn to her. She was dressed in a

shimmering silver gown that revealed her long and

slender legs, and her skin was so smooth that it

resembled white poppy flowers.

Emmanuel’s jaw dropped when he saw the woman.

Apart from the aura she exuded, the woman’s beauty

and allure could rival Mackenzie’s!

Mackenzie’s sex appeal and attractive appearance

might not even hold a candle to her.

“Oh my goodness, isn’t that Elena Lyle, the top hostess

of The Paradise?” Sheldon exclaimed, captivated by

her beauty. He was so taken aback that he could

hardly move.

As a man living in Yeringham, he was naturally familiar

with the legends surrounding the top hostess of The

Paradise.

It was said that she never accompanied her clients on

outings, and those who wanted to drink with her had

to pay thirty–eight thousand per hour. She was also

known for her exclusive taste in wine and would only

drink Lafite.

In other words, Elena would only befriend people who

were wealthy and influential. She was, indeed, the very

definition of a successful hostess.

Emmanuel knew nothing about Elena, but the moment

Sheldon told him she was the top hostess in the.

nightclub, he walked toward her directly.

Fro told him that Samuel would always come and look

for her, so he was confident that he could get

information about Samuel’s whereabouts from her.

Emmanuel’s sudden presumptuous move left Sheldon

dumbfounded. Is he trying to hit on the top hostess?

What makes him think he could go after a woman

who’s clearly out of his league?

After standing in front of Elena to stop her from leaving,

Emmanuel greeted her, “Nice to meet you, Ms. Lyle!”

Elena knitted her brows.

If any man had interrupted her like that, she would

have ignored him or even had the bouncers throw him

out.

Nevertheless, as someone who placed great

importance on appearance, Elena was impressed with

Emmanuel’s looks, physique, and calm demeanor.

She concealed her impatience. “Yes?”

“I’m working for Mr. Webber and was told to wait here

for you, Ms. Lyle!” he replied.

Sheldon was rendered speechless by Emmanuel’s

audacity. If his true identity is exposed, he’ll be

doomed!

Elena felt disappointed when she learned that he was

just Samuel’s subordinate. Her brows creased even

more deeply. “Tell him to wait patiently in the private

room. I’ll go over in an hour!”

“All right, then!” Emmanuel was pleased to hear that.

Nice! I’ll be able to locate Mr. Webber if I stay with her!

After Elena left, Sheldon walked up to him. “You’ve got

some nerve, Emmanuel! What gave you the courage

to strike up a conversation with the top hostess of this

club?”

Emmanuel’s boldness left Sheldon astounded.

Being able to talk to the top hostess of The Paradise

was the dream of every man in Yeringham!

Yet, Emmanuel let out a cold snort.

Elena might exude a cold and distant aura, but she

was nowhere near as haughty and aloof as the missus

in his house. If I had the nerve to marry McKenzie, I

surely would have the courage to talk to this woman.

“Hey, where are you going?” Sheldon asked.

When Emmanuel was about to enter The Paradise, he

could not help but exclaim, “Are you really going to

follow Ms. Lyle’s lead and scheme your way into The

Paradise just to track down Mr. Webber?”

The thought of Emmanuel’s plan sent chills up his

spine. He’s just trying to get himself killed!

Emmanuel hummed in acknowledgment. “Go home if

you’re scared. I’ll take it from here!”

He strode confidently into the nightclub’s lobby, not

once glancing over his shoulder.

As Sheldon gazed at Emmanuel’s back, he was

impressed by his suave demeanor, which seemed to

come naturally without any pretense!