Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 305
Love at the Wrong Table
Chapter 305
It wasnât until she called out to Emmanuel for a long time that the sounds of
movements came from her surroundings.
Mackenzie stopped at once, but very quickly, she furrowed her brows, for it
didnât sound like two people, and definitely not like the rescue team.
âEmmanuel, is that you?â she called out softly.
However, she received no response. If anything, the footsteps became even
quieter!
An assassin? Mackenzie quickly felt an impending doom.
Since embarking on the journey, she knew this was the Verkade brothersâ
trap. However, she still came because she didnât want Emmanuel and
Claudette to be together, and she couldnât resist her grandfatherâs pressure
either.
Now, in order to save Emmanuel, she had finally fallen into the manâs
carefully arranged trap.
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She didnât think someone as simpleâminded as Hubert would plan a
followâup attack. This was more likely Gautierâs setup.
Hence, Mackenzie was even more nervous now.
Whoosh!
A dark figure approached her, but when she glanced over, it had already
disappeared into the night.
âCome on out! Donât hide anymore. Iâm right here!â Mackenzie said icily into
the night, her usually gentle eyes now incredibly piercing.
She grew up learning martial arts precisely to be able to protect herself in
moments like this.
However, there was nothing but dead silence in the night, as if she were the
only one in the vast darkness.
She knew someone was there, and they were close by. However, she couldnât
pinpoint their location accurately. The uneasiness made her increasingly
nervous.
A ninja! The assassin is a ninja!
As the heir of the Quillen family, she grew up seeing almost all the world
could offer. Hence, she had a good understanding of ninjas. In fact, she was
well aware that some of the best international assassins were elite ninjas.
She just hoped that this assassination wasnât one of them, or she would
certainly be dead meat there and then.
There was nothing but silence there. Even the sound of a gentle breeze felt
jarring.
Just then, the sound of a blade being swung ripped through the air, sending
shivers down Mackenzieâs spine.
As soon as she leaped backward, a silver gleam landed exactly where she
had been standing a second ago, and her hair, along with the weeds beside
her, was neatly sliced!
Mackenzie broke out in a cold sweat, petrified.
Despite being wellâversed in martial arts, she was still no match for a skilled
opponent like this guy.
âEmmanuel, you idiot! Come save me!â
In the moment of crisis, all she could think of was her husband, who had once
saved her. Unfortunately, there was no one around except for herself out
there.
The assassinâs attack was avoided, and they immediately disappeared into
the darkness.
Mackenzie had completely lost track of the assassin, feeling as if the sword of
death was hanging over her head. The next move from her assailant would
leave her with no chance to dodge.
âDie, woman!â A chilling voice rang out in the night.
Despite it being a different language, Mackenzie was multilingual. Hence, she
understood him perfectly.
Of course, the assassin was merciless and had not a sliver of sympathy for
Mackenzie. His job was to kill regardless of how beautiful his victim was.
Shoot! When Mackenzie came around, the dagger was already approaching
her, and at breakneck speed. It was aiming to sever her fair, slender neck.