Love At The Wrong Table

“Haha! Your driver must have gotten the wrong person. How could I

possibly be attacked? It’s more plausible if your driver told you he saw me

attacking someone,” Gautier denied.

Without a doubt, he was never going to tell Mackenzie the truth. He was a

man of dignity too.

He had brought a group of men to mess with Emmanuel, but he had

ended up getting slapped by his target. If news of this were to spread, his

reputation would be ruined.

“Hmm, you’re right. How could you possibly be attacked, Mr. Gautier?

Everyone knows that you have a large group of capable bodyguards no

one can defeat.”

Mackenzie’s words were loaded.

Even though she had no evidence to prove that Gautier was behind those

two incidents, she knew well that he was the mastermind.

It was fine by her if Gautier denied that he had been attacked. The man

was a predator, not a gossipmonger. He did not need to utter a word of

complaint to others. He only needed to take revenge from the shadows.

“Anyway, thank you for your concern, Mackenzie. If you ever join the

Verkade family, you’ll get to be under the Verkades‘ bodyguards‘

protection too,” Gautier responded, still lying through his teeth about his

sorry state.

“Hilarious. I won’t need your group of losers to protect me,” Mackenzie icily

retorted before ending the call. She was not going to waste her breath on

men like him.

Gautier lowered his phone as the look in his eyes turned frigid. He felt that

Mackenzie was mocking him and rubbing salt into his wound.

He had a group of bodyguards by his side, but he had still lost to the one

and only bodyguard she had. His reputation would be ruined if anyone

were to hear about this.

Gautier had never thought about the possibility of Emmanuel being

Mackenzie’s husband. He just thought that Mackenzie had hired a

pompous bodyguard.

I’m going to kill that bodyguard of hers one day. Let’s see how long he can

stay smug.

By the time Emmanuel returned home at night, Mackenzie was already

waiting at home for him.

“Did you hit someone when you went out this morning?”

“Huh? Oh, you found out about it already?”

Emmanuel had no plans to hide it or ask her how she found out about it

either. She was a resident of Yociam Residence, so he was sure that she

had many ways to find out about what went on in the neighborhood.

“You must have lost your mind! Do you know who you hit?” Mackenzie

questioned.

“Gautier, I think,” was Emmanuel’s response.

Mackenzie laughed in exasperation. Is this what they mean when they say

ignorant fools are fearless? Who else in Yeringham is capable of staying

so calm after slapping Gautier? That’s not something even I can do.

Besides feeling angry, Mackenzie also found the man before her

courageous.

“You’ll be sending me to and fro work from tomorrow onward,” Mackenzie

demanded abruptly.

“What? Why?”

Emmanuel blinked in confusion.

“Is it that tough for you to send your wife to work?” Mackenzie asked, fixing

her angry gaze on him.

“No. I’m just confused. We’re going to be getting a divorce half a year later,

right? So is there really a need for us to cultivate our relationship?”

Emmanuel blurted out.

He… Ugh!

Mackenzie nearly stomped her feet at the peak of her anger. The

agreement she had forced him to sign was now a weapon he used

against her.

“Didn’t your scooter break down? How are you going to travel to work

without any vehicle?” Mackenzie snapped. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Emmanuel nodded. Indeed, that was a problem he was facing.

He had to take several transportations to reach his workplace. It would be

fine if it was only a day or two, but it was going to last for a while. It would

be troublesome.