Love At The Wrong Table

Fortunately for him, Hubert was another imbecile who knew alarmingly

little. Thus, he relaxed his furrowed brow before giving a great guffaw of

laughter. “Just as well. I can gift it to Mackenzie!”

He was convinced she would be moved by his sincerity in sending a batch

of local supplements to her the day before and following up with another

batch of overseas products.

Thus, his mind was made up. Hubert left once again to procure another

bouquet of roses and arrived later that day at the entrance of Yociam

Residence to intercept Mackenzie on her way back from work.

If he was being honest, he found it strange as well. Why would Mackenzie

live here instead of at the Quillen residence?

Unfortunately, nobody would tell him the truth, so he contented himself

with the inference that it was closer to her office. A workaholic like

Mackenzie would undoubtedly want to shorten her commute.

At that moment, Mackenzie pulled up in her Bentley.

“Mr. Verkade is here again, Ms. Quillen!”

The driver announced Hubert’s arrival when he found him standing at the

door.

Mackenzie swept a glance over before ordering coldly, “Don’t stop. Step on

it and dash in!”

“Yes, Ms. Quillen!”

Obeying the order, the driver raced into the residential area.

“Mackenzie! Mackenzie!” Hubert called upon catching sight of her.

Despite the man screaming himself hoarse, Mackenzie did not spare him

so much as a glance.

The bodyguard following Mackenzie in the car behind hers leaped out and

stopped him.

Mackenzie bolstered her security team ever since her assault that night,

making it impossible for anybody to get close to her.

”

Helpless, Hubert implored the guard to hand Mackenzie his gift.

Later that night, Emmanuel arrived home from his part–time job and saw

once again the pile of gifts and the bouquet of roses at the front door.

“D*mn. What is going on?”

Emmanuel jumped. What the h*ll is this?

He had thrown the roses away and had given the gifts to his cousin, yet

they have reappeared. Is this a deja vu?

He opened the door and found Mackenzie in the living room with a mask

1. on. Incidentally, her gaze swept over, and she saw the items he was

hauling in.

“I promise you I’d thrown them away yesterday, Ms. Quillen!” Emmanuel

explained quickly. “I’ve no idea how they turned up again!”

Mackenzie was seized by an impulse to laugh at the sight of his panic.

Deciding to withhold the truth from him, she wondered aloud, “These

things might be cursed. I’ll leave it to you to dispose of them again!”

“Uh… all right!”

Emmanuel agreed. Then, he took a closer look.

As his common sense exceeded Shawn’s and Hubert’s, he was certain

that it was the very same one he had gifted his cousin. How could it have

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The following day, Emmanuel turned up at Ryder’s house again,

determined to uncover the truth.

Upon seeing the exact same gift returned to them, Ryder wore a similar

look of horror.

“Another batch, Manny?”

Ryder would never have guessed that those were the items they had

given Shawn to offset their debt. He thought Emmanuel had brought them

another set.

“Where are the ones I’d given you yesterday, Ryder?”

Emmanuel was certain that it was the same batch he had gifted his

cousin, so he pressed the latter for an explanation.

“Ah, we… uh… finished it!”

Ryder did not dare tell the truth, as Emmanuel had gifted them to Tommy.

He would be displeased to hear that we used it to pay off a gambling

debt.

“Is that so?”

Emmanuel was confused. Could I have been mistaken? These gifts look

exactly the same as the ones I brought yesterday!