Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
Chapter 218

Chapter 218

“It’s getting late, Emmanuel. We should go home.” Mackenzie turned to

Emmanuel when she saw Abellyn rendered speechless and trembling.

At the sight of that, Jayden couldn’t help but feel envious. What kind of

relationship does this man have with Ms. Quillen? Is he a personal bodyguard

or a driver? But he doesn’t seem like either.

Meanwhile, Emmanuel secretly gave Mackenzie a thumbs up. My darling is

truly amazing, not wasting a single unnecessary word. In just two minutes,

she completely subdued the vicious and cunning Abellyn.

Moreover, Mackenzie never thought of asking him to persuade Ryder to get a

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divorce. The final decision would naturally be left to Ryder so that he wouldn’t

blame Emmanuel for any regrets in the future.

“Well, Ryder, goodbye then,” Emmanuel said, following Mackenzie as they

-departed.

“Take care.” Watching their graceful and swift figures, Ryder was filled with

envy and admiration. Having a wife like Manny’s would make every man in

the world envious.

At the same time, Abellyn didn’t care about her parents anymore and quickly

left the house in a dazed state, hurrying to replace her sister.

When Chloe heard what happened at Ryder’s home, she was also

incredulous. “Isn’t Emmanuel’s wife too formidable? She actually hired Mr.

Castro?”

“Yes! I don’t know what her identity is or how wealthy she is. I’m no match for

her at all, Chloe. Only you can help me now.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll think of something.” While Chloe comforted her little sister, she

wasn’t very confident herself because she didn’t dare compete with

Mackenzie. It seems that I can only speed up dealing with Zane. By then, even

if she divorced Ryder and couldn’t get much, it wouldn’t matter.

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In the blink of an eye, it was already Friday evening, and coincidentally, Mackenzie had a business engagement tonight, so she didn’t need

Emmanuel to pick her up. Fortunately, he didn’t have much to do at his

part–time job today, and he got off work at 8.00PM. Of course, Beatrix played

a role in this.

Driving the Maserati, he went to the agreed location and picked up Terence

before going to the auction.

He had thought it was a small–scale auction with only one item being

auctioned. More accurately, he had no concept of the environment he would

be in tonight because he had never been a part of the upper class. So, after

he got out of the car with Terence, he was stunned by the palace–like

building in front of him.

“Grandpa, did we come to the wrong place?” He stared at Terence with wide

eyes. Although he didn’t know what it was like to be in the upper class, he

wasn’t stupid. Things sold in buildings that looked like palaces were definitely

beyond his affordability.

“Haha, we’re at the right place. Don’t worry. Although it looks fancy, the items

being auctioned are not expensive at all. Relax.”

Despite Terence’s reassurances, Emmanuel couldn’t relax. How can I relax?

Everyone around me is dressed so elegantly. If I had known that tonight’s

venue was so upscale, I would have at least worn the suit that Mackenzie

bought for me. I would have felt better. However, everyone assumed that he

was Terence’s driver, so no one dared to look down on him.

“Old Mr. Quillen! Welcome! How are you?” Soon, someone at the entrance

recognized Terence and quickly approached. Gradually, more people came,

squeezing Emmanuel to the side.

Seeing this scene, he was taken aback. I didn’t know Mackenzie’s grandfather

had such a wide social circle. It seems like everyone here knows him. Is he

close friends with the owners here?