Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 611

Chapter 611

Scarcity made things valuable–the same applied to humans!

The Lowe family had not returned to their hometown for many years. Today,

news spread that they were back, so more people came to visit and

exchange New Year’s greetings. Although some rural people were

materialistic, the simplicity of their lives was far more abundant than in

bustling cities.

Frederick also came to Emmanuel’s house. Since he would face endless

discussions about why he had not gotten married if he stayed at his own

home, why not come here and listen to others discussing why someone else

had not gotten married? He also realized he overestimated the power of his

PowerPoint presentation. Regardless of how often he answered, people

would continue asking as long as he remained unmarried.

“Why haven’t you gotten married?” That was a question Emmanuel had been

asked many times today, even though Alessandra had spread the word that

her son was married.

It was almost as if he should make a public declaration! However, it

remained a lie since nobody had seen his wife.

“Manny, just admit that you’re not married!” Shane was sticking by

Emmanuel’s side today. After all, they had not seen each other for so many

years, and if they did not interact more today, who knew when they would

have the chance to meet again?

He believed if Emmanuel could not replace a wife, he would not have the face to

return. However, he still believed that Emmanuel and Frederick were lying

together to deceive him. Frederick originally mentioned that Emmanuel

married an ugly wife; even if it were an average–looking wife, he would have

tried to believe it. However, Frederick insisted on saying that Emmanuel’s wife

was stunningly beautiful and incredibly wealthy. How could Shane convince

himself to buy such an outrageous lie?

“I am indeed married.” Emmanuel persisted, not tired of repeating himself.

“Then, where is your wife?” someone else questioned.

He could not answer because he had no idea where Mackenzie was right

now! The situation was getting out of hand. Many villagers sighed as they

had a favorable impression of Emmanuel’s grandfather and father. They

were loyal, upright, and devoted to their country, so how did Emmanuel, in

turn, become so untrustworthy?

Meanwhile, at the entrance of Hero’s Village, a black Mercedes Benz cleared

the way and stopped in an open space. Following behind was a red Bentley,

which also came to a stop. Immediately after, another Mercedes Benz

arrived. Then came the fourth and fifth cars, both Mercedes Benzes as well.

A convoy of five luxury cars seemed out of place in the ancient village, like a

two–dimensional Transformer suddenly intruding into the world of heroes.

However, as it turned out, this was a perfectly reasonable occurrence!

In the next moment, almost simultaneously, the doors of all the Mercedes

Benz cars opened, except for the Bentley. Tall and imposing bodyguards in

black suits scattered around, ensuring every detail of the site and eliminating

any potential danger.

In addition, a gray–robed old man slowly approached the Bentley and

respectfully opened the door. “Haha. Hero’s Village truly lives up to its

reputation!” Terence leaned on his cane and stepped out, taking in the fresh

air. Having lived in the city for too long, he almost greedily savored this type

of air. He opened his mouth and took several deep breaths while closing his

eyes.

Alfred had also heard about the renowned heroes and great generals who

once appeared in Hero’s Village. He had long wanted to pay a visit. However,

who knew the daughter of the Quillen family would be married into this

place? That could be considered fate.

In the next moment, Mackenzie also got out of the Bentley. She wore black

tights that accentuated her slender and elongated legs, appearing even

taller and creating a visual effect of being five–foot–eleven! She also wore d

tight–fitting white thermal shirt with pearl patterns as a top with a white

down jacket.