Chapter 127
Love at the Wrong Table
Chapter 127
Swiftly, Emmanuel replied, âHow can it not be difficult? If not for you, I
wouldnât have found out about it, Ms. Quillen!â
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, âWhat do you plan to do now?â Iâm unsure
what to say if he questions me about how I obtained this information.
Fortunately for her, Emmanuel wasnât a suspicious man. Expeditiously, he
focused his attention back on his uncle.
âEmerson may be a b*stard, but I still need to save him. Heâs family, after
all! Although, thirty thousand ransomâ¦â He sighed.
A grin formed on Mackenzieâs countenance when she heard that. I knew
this idiot wasnât heartless, despite his attempt at pretending he was. âDo
you have the money? Should I lend it to you?â
While Emmanuel was touched by Mackenzieâs offer, he still rejected it.
âThank you, Ms. Quillen. However, Iâve borrowed over two hundred
thousand from you by this point, and I donât want to owe you any more
money. Iâll figure out a way to gather thirty thousand.â
âSuit yourself. Let me know if you canât do it.â 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 Iâll
have to wait until I receive next monthâs 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 didnât want to
give a single cent to their grandfather,
Knowing his sisterâs personality, Emmanuel ultimately transferred the
money to his mother. She can decide whether she wants to hand the
money over to Granddad or not. Itâs not like Iâm 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 Iâm transferred to headquarters, I donât need
to go back and forth for my partâtime 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 couldnât help but express his gratitude for Beatrixâs
arrangement in front of Mackenzie. âItâs all thanks to Ms. Beatrix. Otherwise,
I can only pick you up from the headquarters after I wrap up my partâtime
job at the branch company every day. It can be a pain in the butt to
arrange sometimes.â
Mackenzie was amused. He doesnât know Iâm 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. Iâm not a driver. Why is she asking
me to pick her up?
âWhatâs the matter?â asked Mackenzie when she noticed his expression.
âMs. Beatrix is currently in a banquet at a hotel, Ms. Quillen. She asked me
to dress in proper attire and drive her home. Itâs a little odd, but sheâs my
boss, so I canât deny her request.â
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?
âCan I go, Ms. Quillen?â inquired Emmanuel.
While he signed the agreement and believed a divorce would eventually
arrive, he still treated his wife respectfully.
âSure.â Mackenzie only agreed because Beatrix was her sister, so she didnât
need to worry about something distasteful happening between the two.
âThank you, Ms. Quillen!â