Love At The Wrong Table

“Welcome to my birthday banquet, Ms. Tanner!” Jonathan promptly greeted

Xylie with his buddies.

Everyone was shocked because Xylie kept a low–profile back at university.

Additionally, the only events she attended were organized by the university.

She wouldn’t appear at any private gatherings.

Many scions pursued her during her time at university, but she rejected all of

them. Hence, everyone was shocked she was present at Jonathan’s birthday

banquet.

Emmanuel was taken aback, too, and turned to Beatrix. If she knows Xylie is

her senior and not a hostess, why didn’t she help me clarify the truth last

time?

In response, Beatrix grinned mischievously at him. I just wanted to watch

Mackenzie getting jealous and angry. Besides, I didn’t know what happened

inside, so why would I explain anything? You should be glad I didn’t kick you

while you were down!

In the next moment, Xylie turned to Jonathan with a smile. “I’m sorry, but I’m

not here to attend your birthday banquet. I’m just here to perform for my

part–time job.”

It was then everyone else realized what was going on.

Jonathan scoffed instead of continuing to speak with Xylie. As pretty as she

is, her family background is below me, so I don’t like her. The person I want is

Beatrix. If I marry her, I can trump the other men in the family with the help of

the Quillen family!

However, he was still angry about embarrassing himself before Beatrix.

Subconsciously, he just wanted to steal back his thunder, which was why he

was feeling conflicted.

Ignoring Jonathan, Xylie moseyed to the stage and smiled coyly at everyone.

The men in the crowd instantly felt as though they had fallen in love.

Even Emmanuel couldn’t help but remark, “She’s beautiful!” Yoel has a good

eye. No wonder he visits the bar every day to glimpse at her.

Suddenly, Beatrix stomped on his foot.

‘What are you doing, Ms. Beatrix?” Wincing, Emmanuel stepped away from

her. Even if she’s my superior, she can’t just stamp on my toes without

warning!

Pouting, she questioned, “Is Ms. Tanner prettier or your wife?”

Emmanuel was puzzled. What a strange question. I know women can be

competitive, but don’t they usually compare themselves with other beautiful

women? Why did she bring up my wife?

“Tell me! If you don’t, I’ll fire you!” Glaring at Emmanuel, Beatrix secretly used

her phone.

“My wife, of course!” answered Emmanuel without hesitation. As pretty as

Xylie is, she’s not as beautiful as Mackenzie! The moment I met her, I knew I

wouldn’t encounter another woman more gorgeous than her.

Promptly, Beatrix grinned and sent a video to her sister. I wonder what her Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

reaction will be.

Mackenzie, who was dealing with company matters on her laptop at home,

received the video.

Upon watching it, a bright smile settled on her expressionless countenance.

“Why is that dummy stating the obvious? Of course, I’m the prettiest!”

grumbled Mackenzie proudly.

Expeditiously, a cold expression returned to her face as she surveyed her

surrounding, wondering if anyone spotted her smile. Why do I feel proud

being praised by that dummy?

Meanwhile, in the banquet hall, Xylie began to sing. Her voice was soothing

and moved everyone to their core.