Love At The Wrong Table

Try as she might, Milani couldn’t believe Mackenzie was only twenty–seven

years old! Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Now that she had completely given up on Immanuel she no longer

bothered to disguise her contempt for the man ” don’t get it What does

she see in you ?*

“How would i know? You’ll have to ask her? Immanual answered

perfunctorily

Hg. There s no way I’ll tell her the truth that a secret between me and

Mackenzie

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“Hmph I still think this is all just an act Milani retorted “I too

unbelievable

None of this makes sense. Emmanuel only eams eighty thousand a year

How does he land himself a wife so far out of his league? Fairy tales aren?

even this ridiculous!

Emmanuel merely smiled and said nothing. He didn’t care what the

woman thought and only wanted to send her home and call it a day.

When Emmanuel finally reached home, he wasted no time expressing his

gratitude to Mackenzie. “Ms. Quillen, thank you for playing along tonight.

Not only have you helped me chase away a pesky woman, but you’ve also

made my mother very happy!”

Mackenzie tried to play it off with a casual smile, but no matter how much

she tried, she couldn’t hide the sliver of satisfaction she felt.

I can’t believe it was so easy to win my mother–in–law over. I sure am a

charming daughter–in–law, aren’t I?

Seconds later, however, Mackenzie was back to being cold and indifferent.

“Don’t overthink it. I’m only doing this to repay you for beating Gautier up.

That b*stard has been trying to plot against me over and over again. I

should’ve dealt with him sooner!”

Emmanuel flinched a little before looking at Mackenzie with a stiff smile.

“You already knew about it, Ms. Quillen?”

“Of course. That said, you’d better be on your guard,” Mackenzie warned.

“Gautier isn’t like the clingy women around you. He’s a lot craftier and

harder to deal with. You never know when he’s going to strike!”

”

Although I’ve made Gautier suffer many business losses, I’ve also almost

fallen into his traps several times. The previous incident had to be the

worst! I didn’t even know he had drugged my drinks, and if it weren’t for

Emmanuel’s timely rescue, I have no doubt Hubert would’ve taken

advantage of me! Afterward, even if I wanted revenge, Gautier would use

Hubert as his scapegoat while he gets away scot–free…

“I know. Please be careful too, Ms. Quillen. Feel free to let me know if you

need any help. I may not be good at many things, but I’m confident in my

fighting skills,” Emmanuel proclaimed.

After all, he was a battle–tested soldier who would never cower from a

fight for justice!

With that, Mackenzie smiled coldly and returned to her room.

The next day, Emmanuel was at work when he received an urgent call

from Alessandra.

“What? Uncle Emerson has been detained overseas?”

“Yes. I heard he was tricked into carrying out illegal activities abroad, but

now that he wants to return home, his captors are demanding a ransom

of one hundred and sixty thousand!” Alessandra choked out.

To make matters worse, her father, Hermann Cadigan, had called early in

the morning and demanded that she chip in eighty thousand. Where was

she supposed to get that much money, though?

After listening to Alessandra’s brief rundown, even the mild–mannered

Emmanuel could no longer hold back his temper.

He had never liked his grandfather, and he especially hated his

good–for–nothing uncle, Emerson Cadigan, who only spent his time lazing

around and indulging in vices.

Unfortunately, Alessandra was born to a family in Greendale Village that

favored sons over daughters, and marrying off the daughters was nothing

more than a financial transaction to them.

Argh! I was told that when Dad wanted to marry Mom, Granddad had the

cheek to ask for one hundred thousand as the betrothal gift! That amount

of money would’ve been enough to build a big house back then, for

goodness‘ sake! Since Dad had just gotten out of the army, he had to part

with all his savings before he could marry Mom. Worst of all, Granddad

didn’t even attend the wedding dinner. Instead, he gave a flimsy excuse

about the venue being too far! I’ll never forget how Mom always tears up

when she talks about this…

Alas, the more Emmanuel thought about it, the angrier he became. Just

when I believed my maternal family had cut all contact with Mom,

Granddad led a group of relatives to our house three years ago and

insisted that Mom pay off Uncle Emerson’s gambling debts of thirty

thousand! They wouldn’t stop guilt–tripping her by reiterating that she was

his sister… Dad had already passed away then, and with me in the army,

Roselynn couldn’t fend off those sc*mbags by herself. Granddad and

Uncle Emerson never thanked us after taking the money, and I can’t

believe they’re doing it again! How shameless can they get? Are we just

an ATM to them? Is that why they only come to us when they need money

and treat us like dirt when we don’t have any?