Love at the Wrong Table - Season 2 Episode 65

“Don’t be so polite all the time, can you?”

Mackenzie liked how Emmanuel would courteously express his gratitude, but

at the same time, she also felt a little irked over how cautious and rigid he

was.

“As I said, a couple is bound together for good and for bad. What concerns

you concerns me too!” she remarked.

Wow. How nicely said. What concerns me concerns her too?

Touched, Emmanuel smiled and claimed, “Ms. Quillen, all of a sudden, I no

longer wish to divorce you. It would be great if you can remain my wife

forever.”

He had thought Mackenzie would reprimand him for indulging in the fantasy

of being with her. Surprisingly, she muttered, “That’ll depend on your

performance, you fool.”

“Huh? What did you just say, Ms. Quillen?”

She was too soft, so Emmanuel did not hear her well.

“I said you’re a fool! Is this the right time to talk about such things? Let’s go!”

“Okay!”

Emmanuel could only nod his head and swiftly catch up to Mackenzie.

Soon, the two arrived before a two–story–high standalone self–built house.

On the first floor hung a large signboard that wrote: Chameleon Studio.

It had been a while since Emmanuel last visited Greendale Village. Hence, he

did not know when someone started an IT studio there.

“Ms. Quillen, what if there’s no one around at this timing?”

“You fool!” Mackenzie snapped. “Those articles that were badmouthing you

online are all uploaded at night. Do you think there won’t be anyone inside

now? Hurry up and knock on the door!”

“Understood!”

Emmanuel nodded and knocked the door hard.

Sure enough, someone came to open the door shortly after.

“Who are you? What do you want?”

The one who opened the door was a plump man. He looked like a homebody

and was reeking of a foul smell from head to toe. As much as Mackenzie was

wearing a mask, she still could not stand the stench and had to cover her

nose up.

“Yenyl Zerway, so it’s you?”

Emmanuel removed his mask at once, not bothering to keep his disguise on

any longer.

He recognized Yenyl. Isn’t this fatso one of Jamison’s friends? I can’t believe

someone like him is capable of starting a studio!

“It’s you?”

Even though Yenyl was good with computers, he only had an average

mental fortitude. Upon seeing Emmanuel, he immediately shut the door and

locked it tightly, almost as if he was feeling guilty.

At that, Emmanuel and Mackenzie exchanged a look. They were amused at

how Yenyl gave himself away just like that. It was clear he was the one who

helped Jamison spread those scandals online.

“Yenyl, don’t blame me for showing no mercy if you refuse to open the door!”

yelled Emmanuel before he cut to the chase. “You can call the cops now. But

once the cops get to the bottom of how you deliberately spread baseless

rumors to defame me, you won’t be able to escape legal punishment!”

Having visited Greendale Village several times, Emmanuel more or less knew

about Yenyl’s character–he was big–sized but barely had any guts.

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. I bet he’s just like

Jamison, only picking on the weak and fearing the strong. He wouldn’t be

bold enough to put up a fight against a toughie, so I must intimidate him first.

Recognizing the lack of response from inside, Emmanuel pushed the iron

door upward, then pulled it strenuously.

Following a dull thud, the iron door was forcefully pried open!

What’s going on?

Mackenzie had been watching from aside. Right then, her eyes went wide in

disbelief.

Is this man a monster? Or is it that this iron door is only for show?

A sudden thought crossed her mind. Wouldn’t it be unsafe for me to sleep at

night even if I locked my door? What if he suddenly gets lustful? A mere room

door can’t stop him from pouncing on me!

“Ms. Quillen, let’s head inside!”

Not knowing what was going through Mackenzie’s mind, Emmanuel whipped

his head around and urged her to head inside.

Mackenzie was a capable CEO, after all. She swiftly controlled her expression

and headed into the studio following a cold snort.