Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
Chapter 293

Chapter 293

“Quintus, my friend, even though we have only crossed paths a few times, it

feels like we’ve known each other forever. Why do you insist on making things

difficult? Return now, and we can still be friends in the future,” Emmanuel

sighed helplessly.

“No!” Quintus shook his head again.

“If that’s the case, we are not friends. There’s nothing more to discuss.

Goodbye!”

Emmanuel turned around and started walking away.

He was truly annoyed at this point. Mackenzie was his wife, so why should he

accept Quintus‘ challenge for no reason? Plus, this bet was nothing but

foolish as he would have to leave Mackenzie if he lost!

Besides, he was here for sightseeing and leisure, not to engage in pointless

duels with others.

It wasn’t like he was sick in the head to do something like that.

Right, Quintus definitely has a few screws loose.

Thunk!

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Quintus suddenly stomped the ground and leaped in front of Emmanuel

once again.

One could tell what tremendous force this behemoth had from the way a pit

was formed in the sturdy ground.

Right then, Mackenzie happened to be coming down the mountainside not

far away to replace Emmanuel when she witnessed this scene.

Mackenzie couldn’t help but furrow her eyebrows slightly when she caught

sight of Quintus‘ terrifying strength. Can Emmanuel handle that brute if a fight

breaks out?

“Quintus, you are being unreasonable. I have already declined your

challenge, yet you keep pestering me about it!” Emmanuel had truly lost his

temper now. “I have tolerated your persistence when you pursued my wife,

but if you continue to harass and bother us, don’t blame me for not holding

back against you!”

“Haha! I want you to go all out at me!” Quintus suddenly lit up. “So, have you

finally decided to fight me?”

Emmanuel sighed again. “You’re mistaken. I’ve already said that this isn’t a

good place for a brawl.”

“What’s so bad about it?”

“Have you ever seen skilled fighters monologuing away before a duel?”

“No, not really.”

“Exactly. True experts have style. They coldly exchange a few words and then

start fighting. That’s the conduct of a true expert!”

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“Well said!” Quintus agreed with Emmanuel’s point. “We’ve been talking for so

long. If we start fighting now, we will look like two old ladies at a market

bickering before they start throwing punches!”

“You’re absolutely right! So, let’s cancel the duel!” Emmanuel immediately

turned around to leave after he said that.

“Hey, wait!”

Even though Quintus wanted to stop him, he couldn’t replace a reason to do so

at that moment.

Oh well, we are going to stay here for a few days anyway. Emmanuel won’t

be able to get away from me!

Mackenzie found it amusing. In Quintus‘ presence, Emmanuel seemed

surprisingly clever for being able to subdue the other with his intelligence.

She was actually tired of being pursued relentlessly by Quintus, but she

enjoyed watching Quintus bug Emmanuel.

After all, two morons meeting would always end up in comedy.

As she was worried that someone might see them together, she didn’t join

Emmanuel for a stroll in the mountains.

She and Emmanuel only came here this time after being coerced by

Terence. She still didn’t want to make their relationship public.

Although she was mostly convinced that Emmanuel didn’t marry her for

money or out of lust, she still wasn’t completely confident about this

marriage!

There was still time for her to observe him carefully.

Soon, Emmanuel received a call from the organizer, Hubert. “Hey, come back

to the hotel quickly. There will be an exciting group game in the hotel

banquet hall at 7.00PM tonight!”

“An exciting game?” Emmanuel repeated with a frown on his face.

He thought that everything about this trip was fine except for the seemingly

unreliable organizer.

Hubert the Bootlicker was even more annoying than Quintus!

“All you have to know is that it’s a group activity, so make sure you participate

on time!”

Hubert couldn’t be bothered with wasting his time talking to Emmanuel. After

all, who would be interested in conversing with a dead man walking?