Love At The Wrong Table

Swiftly, Emmanuel replied, “How can it not be difficult? If not for you, I

wouldn’t have found out about it, Ms. Quillen!”

Mackenzie tutted and turned her sight away. I intentionally said that to

conceal my powerful identity, yet this idiot just has to refute me!

To shift his attention, she asked, “What do you plan to do now?” I’m unsure

what to say if he questions me about how I obtained this information.

Fortunately for her, Emmanuel wasn’t a suspicious man. Expeditiously, he

focused his attention back on his uncle.

“Emerson may be a b*stard, but I still need to save him. He’s family, after

all! Although, thirty thousand ransom…” He sighed.

A grin formed on Mackenzie’s countenance when she heard that. I knew

this idiot wasn’t heartless, despite his attempt at pretending he was. “Do

you have the money? Should I lend it to you?”

While Emmanuel was touched by Mackenzie’s offer, he still rejected it.

“Thank you, Ms. Quillen. However, I’ve borrowed over two hundred

thousand from you by this point, and I don’t want to owe you any more

money. I’ll figure out a way to gather thirty thousand.”

“Suit yourself. Let me know if you can’t do it.” With that, Mackenzie returned

to her room to sleep.

Emmanuel remained in the living room and sighed. I was going to use the

twenty thousand Frederick returned me to buy a gift for Mackenzie. It

sucks that I need to lend the money to Granddad first to save my uncle.

Mom will feel remorseful if Uncle Emerson dies in another country. Guess I’ll

have to wait until I receive next month’s salary before I can buy Mackenzie

a present.

The next day, he told his mother and sister everything. Additionally, he

transferred twenty thousand to Roselynn so she could hand it to

Alessandra.

Of course, Roselynn was furious upon learning the truth and didn’t want to

give a single cent to their grandfather,

Knowing his sister’s personality, Emmanuel ultimately transferred the

money to his mother. She can decide whether she wants to hand the

money over to Granddad or not. It’s not like I’m doing this to save my awful

uncle. I only want Mom to have peace of mind.

On Monday, he received news from Beatrix that he was getting transferred

to headquarters. It delighted him because he had been driving Mackenzie

to and from the company. If I’m transferred to headquarters, I don’t need

to go back and forth for my part–time job in the future. In fact, I can return

home with my wife during the night!

When night arrived, after Emmanuel communicated with Mackenzie, he

realized his goal of returning home with her together.

In the car, he couldn’t help but express his gratitude for Beatrix’s

arrangement in front of Mackenzie. “It’s all thanks to Ms. Beatrix. Otherwise,

I can only pick you up from the headquarters after I wrap up my part–time

job at the branch company every day. It can be a pain in the butt to

arrange sometimes.”

Mackenzie was amused. He doesn’t know I’m the one behind this

arrangement or that Beatrix is my sister! I rarely play games, but after

marrying this man, I start to enjoy them. I wonder when this dummy will

learn the truth about me.

Just as they were about to reach their home, Emmanuel received a text

message from Beatrix asking him to drive her home.

In response, he furrowed his eyebrows. I’m not a driver. Why is she asking

me to pick her up?

“What’s the matter?” asked Mackenzie when she noticed his expression.

“Ms. Beatrix is currently in a banquet at a hotel, Ms. Quillen. She asked me This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

to dress in proper attire and drive her home. It’s a little odd, but she’s my

boss, so I can’t deny her request.”

Mackenzie frowned. What the heck is that brat doing? Why is she asking

my husband to pick her up when our family has so many bodyguards and

drivers?

“Can I go, Ms. Quillen?” inquired Emmanuel.

While he signed the agreement and believed a divorce would eventually

arrive, he still treated his wife respectfully.

“Sure.” Mackenzie only agreed because Beatrix was her sister, so she didn’t

need to worry about something distasteful happening between the two.

“Thank you, Ms. Quillen!”