Love At The Wrong Table

“Kill him! Kill him!”

Fro’s orders ripped through the air, spurring the thugs

into action. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He might be powerful, but he was only one person, so

why should they be afraid of him?

A dozen men charged toward Emmanuel in the

following second, clutching various weapons in their

hands.

Sheldon froze at the unfolding scene, becoming aware

of a strange tingling sensation at the top of his head.

Milani took advantage of the chaos to flee in her car.

This is none of my business!

The car suddenly screeched to a halt some distance

away, and she bolted out of the car, shocked by what

she saw in the rearview mirror.

Emmanuel was fighting more than ten guys and

seemed to be winning!

“Are you kidding me?”

A shudder crept down her spine as one burly man

after another collapsed on the ground.

Sheldon staggered to his feet after sitting on the

ground, his legs still like jelly. Then, he knelt toward

Emmanuel in reverence.

This man is too d*mn incredible and ruthless!

Emmanuel’s savagery made fear crawl icily up their

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spines.

Emmanuel spat out a mouthful of blood and grabbed

Fro by the collar, coldly asking, “Will you tell me where

Mr. Webber is now?”

He, too, was wounded and bleeding after taking down

approximately ten guys, radiating a malevolent air

that filled everyone with dread.

“I–I’ll tell you!”

It was obvious he had taken lives. Otherwise, he

wouldn’t exude such a violent aura.

Fro swallowed audibly. “I’m not sure about Mr. Webber’s

itinerary, and I couldn’t contact him. He recently has

the hots for the head girl at The Paradise and will often

frequent the establishment for pleasure.”

The Paradise?

As a citizen of Yeringham, of course, Emmanuel had

heard of its palatial area and hidden nooks and

crannies. It wouldn’t be easy to locate someone inside,

but he would do it to complete the task given by

Mackenzie.

Emmanuel flung Fro away and turned to leave.

Shocked to his core, Sheldon closed his gaping mouth

with effort and gave chase.

“Emmanuel… I mean, Mr. Lowe, are you really going to

look for Mr. Webber?”

Milani’s gaze shifted to Emmanuel after Sheldon posed

the question, her heart hammering.

“Yes, and I need to get rid of all these people for Cloud

Construction to complete the project on time.”

Sheldon, and especially Milani, was taken aback by his

reply.

Is he out of his mind? He’s even more insane than I am

for money!

Emmanuel paid them no heed, immediately returning

to Yociam Residence to clean his wounds and rest for

a few days.

Mackenzie was still in a meeting in Terence Group after

working hours, discussing the company’s strategic

warehouse project and how if it weren’t utilized by the

beginning of next month, Terence Group would lose

out on a large number of business deals and nearly

one billion in profit.

The shareholders were feeling the pressure, and in

turn, Mackenzie felt her stress mounting.

At that moment, she thought of Emmanuel.

A day has passed, and he hasn’t updated me. How

unreliable!

“Lexi, check on the progress of Cloud Construction’s

project and update me immediately!”

“Yes, Ms. Quillen!” she quickly replied.

Lexi Summerton was Mackenzie’s secretary, and her

biggest responsibility was to keep Mackenzie updated

on any and all progress.

A few minutes later, she approached Mackenzie and

gave a detailed report. “Ms. Quillen, the Cloud

Construction project is still on hold and will not be

completed by the end of the month. Representatives

from Terence Group went to the site today and got

into a brawl with the thugs there.”

“What?”

Lexi was startled by Mackenzie’s vehement response.

Beatrix, who was seated beside Mackenzie, was

Surprised

shocked at her animated expression. Mackenzie had

always been an ice queen for as long as she could

remember.

“What happened to our representatives?” Mackenzie

asked nervously.

Is Emmanuel dumb, or what? Those thugs have

nothing to do with Terence Group. Even if a fight broke

out, Cloud Construction should be the one to break it

1. up. Why did he intervene?

“Ms. Quillen, it seems like he left after the fight. I’m not

sure of the situation.” Lexi was still unaware that

Emmanuel was Mackenzie’s husband. She was

bewildered by Mackenzie’s unusual manner and her

display of concern for him.

“Dismissed!” Mackenzie rose to her feet and left the

conference room.

The senior management of Terence Group exchanged

puzzled looks at the sudden shift in her attitude.

“Lexi, who sent out representatives from Terence

Group?” Beatrix inquired, still aghast.*

“It’s Emmanuel, Ms. Beatrix. He had direct orders from

Ms. Quillen.”

“Oh, I see.” Realization dawned on Beatrix, and she bit

Chapter 15 Color Emmanuel Surprised

her lip to stifle a smile.

Only she noticed that the switch in Mackenzie seemed

to be precipitated by that man.

Mackenzie returned to Yociam Residence to bloody

bandages strewn across the floor as soon as she

opened the front door while Emmanuel was dressing

his wounds.

Her brows drew together, and she said coldly, “Do you

have a death wish? To go up against them alone?”

Emmanuel raised his head and met her gaze,

continuing his ministrations wordlessly.

“What a jerk…” Mackenzie bristled with anger. She had

never been ignored, no matter what the

circumstances or people.

He really has a death wish.

She took in the injuries covering his entire body and

the gashes still oozing blood from his back and

approached him to tend to his wounds.

Whatever he did, he did it either for money or to bring

her home.

Emmanuel stilled when he felt her touch on his back.

Color me surprised! Am I mistaken? Is this proud

woman tending to my wounds?

He reflexively pulled away from her, worried that his

sweat and blood would dirty the hands of this

“Don’t move!” Mackenzie barked, and it was as if her

voice held a sorcery that rendered Emmanuel

immobile.

Then, she applied the remaining antiseptic on his back

mercilessly, like she was kneading dough.

Emmanuel yelled and jumped in pain, snarling, “Are

you trying to kill me?”

Mackenzie wore an impassive expression. “Oh, you’re

afraid of pain? I thought you were invincible when you

decided to fight with the thugs!”

His anger rose at her words, and although he wanted

to yell, I did all that so you could accomplish your goal,

the words were stuck in his throat.

She could tell what he was thinking by the

unconcealed expression on his face, even if he didn’t

say a word.

“Sit back down!” Mackenzie ordered sternly.

Emmanuel frowned. It serves me right that I can’t reach

the wounds on my back. I have no choice but to sit

back down.

To his surprise, her touch gentled, and everyone in

Terence Group, especially Beatrix, would have a

mental breakdown if they witnessed this scene,

wondering why a distinguished female CEO would

minister to a man.

“If Cloud Construction’s engineering team can’t get on

site to start work tomorrow, the project will almost

certainly not be completed by the end of the month.

Can you get rid of those people?” Mackenzie asked

after a moment passed.

In reality, there was nothing she could do to drive away

those thugs without hurting anyone.

Emmanuel looked her square in the eye and gritted his

teeth. “I’ll give you an answer by tonight.”

A tremor ran through Mackenzie’s body as her

beautiful eyes took in the bloodied man in front of her,

and she was suddenly acutely aware of a wave of