Love At The Wrong Table

Adrenaline coursed through Sheldon’s veins as he

stared after Emmanuel’s retreating figure.

Removing troublemakers from the project falls under

my jurisdiction as a legal specialist in Cloud

Construction. How could I simply stand aside when

Emmanuel is ready to risk his life to solve the issue?

Emmanuel’s bravery inspired Sheldon to follow suit.

The latter ran after Emmanuel while vowing through

gritted teeth, “D*mn it! I’m going to give it my all even if

I lose my life!”

When Emmanuel turned around and noticed the other

man’s approach, he could not help but smile.

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Emmanuel had faced life–and–death situations with

plenty of peers while serving on the front lines. Since

his return to Yeringham, Frederick had been the only

person who willingly fought alongside him. He was

pleasantly surprised to find another ally in Sheldon.

He booked a private room to prevent security from

booting them.

Now that Sheldon had decided to stay, he decided to

hire several hostesses for entertainment and asked if

Emmanuel wanted to join him.

“Go ahead. I’m heading out for a walk!”

Emmanuel rarely showed any interest in women and

left the room. He walked along the corridor in search of

Elena.

His efforts paid off. He came across Elena just as she

finished touching up her makeup. She appeared to be

meeting Samuel.

Sheldon had followed Emmanuel out of their private

room. When he noticed that the latter was trailing

Elena all the way to Samuel’s room, he quickly pulled

Emmanuel back in panic.

He whispered, “Think carefully! This is your last chance!

Didn’t you see the crowd inside?”

Emmanuel appeared unfazed.

Assuming he was clueless about Samuel’s might,

Sheldon added, “Mr. Webber is utterly merciless. He has

several people’s blood on his hands! And he has a

bunch of lackeys who are crazy–good fighters! Each

one is fiercer than the next! He’ll definitely kill you if you

barge in and demand his retreat from the project

grounds!”

Sheldon thought his advice would intimidate

Emmanuel into rethinking his approach.

To his horror, Emmanuel replied expressionlessly, “The

project will surely be delayed if we don’t get rid of Mr.

Webber and his men today! No one can stop me from

my goal today!”

What in the world?

Sheldon was completely nonplussed.

This man is only a lowly employee. Did he delude

himself into thinking he’s Terence Group’s boss or

something? He’s more passionate about the fate of

this project than the real boss!

Just then, the two men suddenly heard a loud crash

coming from Samuel’s room.

Huh, what happened?

They pressed their ears to the door.

The private room fell into deathly silence.

“Enough with that innocent act! People may treat you

like a goddess, but you’re just a toy to Mr. Webber!”

“If you won’t strip down and entertain Mr. Webber, we’ll

destroy more than just your career!”

The threats filled Sheldon with fear,

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Alas, Emmanuel chose that exact moment to kick open

the door and barge into the private room.

His entrance turned heads. Everyone inside Samuel’s

private room froze, staring at the intruder in shock.

Sheldon’s eyes bugged out. He struggled to stay

upright on his shaky legs.

“Hey, brat. Who the h*ll are you?”

Over ten buff men in the room got to their feet and

shot Emmanuel murderous glares.

They looked as though they would attack him at any

minute.

These men had served Samuel for many years, and

this was the first time they encountered someone bold

enough to barge into their private room. Alone.

They wondered if he was sick of living.

Meanwhile, Emmanuel allowed his gaze to travel

across the room. There were over ten hostesses in the

room, all scantily clad except Elena.

They had cowered silently in the corner of the room

during Elena’s conflict with Samuel.

Bolstered by her reputation in the club, Elena clearly

refused to strip down and was splashed with red wine

for her audacity.

The ruby–red liquid stained her silver–colored miniskirt,

dripping down her legs.

Like the others in the room, she immediately turned to

look at Emmanuel upon his unannounced entrance.

She realized then that he was the man who had

claimed to be Samuel’s subordinate earlier.

I guess he doesn’t work for Mr. Webber after all.

Even as Emmanuel was clearly outnumbered in that

private room, he looked at Samuel calmly and

declared, “I’m here to see Mr. Webber. My name is

Emmanuel Lowe, and I’m Terence Group’s

representative! I’m here to inform you to pull your men

out of the project grounds, which you are unlawfully

trespassing!”

His words struck everyone silent with shock.

Do workers these days have some sort of death wish?

How can he be stupid enough to barge into a

nightclub and confront the head of underground

circles to finish a job?

Everyone, including the hostesses, stared at Emmanuel

as though he was a fool.

Sheldon kept his gaze on the ground, fearing the worst.

Only Elena continued to appraise Emmanuel carefully,

seeing him in a different light. A man like that can’t be

some simple character! He has both wits and courage.

Consider me charmed!

Samuel simply ordered, “Get rid of him!”

He wanted to return to his salacious entertainment

and could hardly be bothered to figure out

Emmanuel’s identity. The sooner his men got rid of his

unannounced visitor, the better.

Two of his subordinates swung empty glass bottles at

Emmanuel’s head while roaring, “Go to h*ll, you fool!”

Sheldon covered his eyes, too frightened to witness

Emmanuel’s doom.

Clang!

The sound of glass breaking echoed through the air.

But when Sheldon peeped through the gap between

his fingers, his jaw dropped to the floor in shock, as did

everyone else in the room.

Emmanuel had reduced the glass bottles into shards

with his bare fists and sent his two attackers flying

across the room.

Blood trickled down his fists, but his eyes burned with

fiery determination. There was no hint of fear in him.

So cool!

Elena secretly sighed in admiration.

The others in the room shared her sentiments.

A second later, a couple of Samuel’s men grabbed

some broken wine bottles and stabbed them in

Emmanuel’s direction.

“Ah!” The hostesses in the private room blanched in

fear. A chorus of shrieks reverberated through the

room.

Once again, Emmanuel nimbly dodged their attacks.

With a furious roar, he grabbed his two attackers and

rammed their heads together.

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Blood instantly streamed down the dazed men’s faces.

The audience grew increasingly bewildered as they

witnessed Emmanuel’s vicious counterattack.

They had sorely underestimated him. He was no fool;

in fact, he was probably the most merciless character

in the room.

At the same time, Mackenzie finally dialed Emmanuel’s

phone from the safety of Yociam Residence.

She wanted to know what was happening at The

Paradise.

Alas, despite her incessant calls, no one answered the

phone.

She muttered to herself, “They can’t have beaten him

to death, right?”

Mackenzie set her phone aside, a conflicted expression

on her face. It was impossible to decipher her feelings.

Once he’s dead, I regain my freedom! So why am I

feeling so uneasy over the prospect of his death?

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Mackenzie jumped, startled by the sudden noise.

Something akin to relief flitted across her cool

expression. Is he back?

She opened the door only to see her grandfather

standing outside.

Terence huffed, “Mackenzie! Where’s Emmanuel? How

could you send him to handle this matter?”

He had rushed over in a panic, anxious to confirm what

he had heard over their phone call earlier.

As the chairman of Terence Group, he had heard his

fair share of horror stories about Samuel Webber. Even

the Quillen family dared not confront Samuel directly.

Mackenzie replied, “He went to The Paradise. He said

he’ll fix the issue for me.”

“What?”

Her explanation infuriated Terence, who demanded,

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“Send someone to bring him home! He’s your husband,

for goodness sake! I’ll never forgive you if he ends up

dead! Don’t forget this. The Quillen family is known for

its loyalty. Never has a Quillen woman remarried!”

Mackenzie scrunched her brows slightly as disbelief

gradually colored her features.

Terence had always doted on her and never spoke to

her as harshly as he did that day. Now, he even

claimed he would never forgive her if a man he had

only met several times died.

Does he seriously expect me to remain a widow for the

rest of my life if Emmanuel dies?

Despite her fury, her grandfather had put down his

foot, leaving her no choice. She put on a coat and left

frosty expression into something warmer.

He had better not die!