Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 633

Chapter 633

The situation felt awfully familiar to Emmanuel.

The nightmare of the Northern Region Wolf Warrior back then was to be

forced to make an unsolvable decision.

If he chose to take the left, the entire Wolf Warrior Unit would be wiped out.

The right, the Northern Region strategy would fail, and he would become an

eternal criminal.

At the time, Emmanuel chose to head right, for he couldn’t let his

brothers–in–arms die before him. This day, he was once again faced with a

once again at a crossroad.

“Come on, give me a kiss, or your wife will die!” the assassin in red said and

brought her lips closer to him.

She had longed to kiss Emmanuel and swore four years ago that she would

make this man hers. However, when she saw Emmanuel’s sorrowful gaze, her

body jolted as if something had pierced her heart.

Emmanuel didn’t kiss her. However, taking advantage of Emmanuel’s

inattention, she pecked his lips lightly.

“You!” Emmanuel shoved her away mercilessly, then wiped his lips frantically,

worried her lips were laced with poison.

“Hehe…” Despite being mercilessly thrown to the ground, her palms throbbing

with pain, and blood stains everywhere, the assassin in red still giggled

happily. “Don’t worry, I didn’t poison you! It’s so amusing to see a big old virgin

embarrassed like this after being kissed by a woman!”

“Shut up!” Emmanuel did feel his cheeks slightly heating up.

To think a witch shameless enough to force a kiss on a man exists!

“Hehe… I really won’t say a thing, then! Too bad I wanted to tell you where

Mackenzie is…” the assassin in red teased.

“Speak up!” Emmanuel threatened her again, his animosity growing by the

second. He had lost all patience at this point.

“Hmph, scary much! I wonder if you’re this fierce with Mackenzie.” The

assassin in red pouted with feigned anger before finally pointing in a

direction.

Emmanuel looked toward it at once and thought there indeed seemed to be

some traces.

The next moment, he ran toward it like a madman.

Meanwhile, mixed emotions crept up on the assassin in red as she gazed at

his leaving figure. She slumped onto the snowy ground and looked at the

snow stained red with her blood.

“I still showed up too late, huh? He already has a woman residing in his heart!”

the assassin in red muttered, then suddenly gritted her teeth fiercely. “An

assassin shouldn’t have feelings! Damn it!”

Emmanuel couldn’t be bothered with the assassin in red anymore, even

though he noticed she might differ from her fellow Redback Assassins

members.

The Redback Assassins organization was enough to make even some

high–ranking officials in the Northern Region turn pale, and they were listed

as deadly on the watchlist.

The assassins of the Redback Assassins were the elite among global

assassins. As such, the third–ranked assassin would be the cream of the crop

among the elite.

Emmanuel vaguely remembered that the tenth–ranked assassin of the

Redback Assassins had already claimed hundreds of lives, and he couldn’t

fathom the level of terror this third–ranked assassin possessed.

“Mackenzie!” Emmanuel arrived at the edge of the hill and discovered signs of

someone falling there, causing his heart to race instantly.

At the same time, at the village entrance, Terence, who had been anxiously

waiting for news of his granddaughter for a long time, was like a cat on hot

bricks.

In this age, the Quillen family had made numerous enemies in the business

world. So they would collapse if anything happened to his granddaughter.

“Sir, I found some information.” Alfred suddenly approached him with a tablet

and said, “Zaniel Kennedy died long ago!”

Terence jolted in surprise, for Queenie had specifically spoken to Emmanuel

and Mackenzie in front of the square. That was why Terence remembered

the couples names.