Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 717
Love at the Wrong Table
Chapter 717
Although Ashton had a fiery temper, her leadership skills were top-notch.
Her team members were quick and efficient, their momentum unstoppable,
swiftly taking control of the scene.
The restaurantâs patrons were so frightened that they dared not make a
sound, obediently following the orders.
Seeing that all the doors to the private rooms were open except for Suite 888
Ashton furrowed her brows and coldly demanded of Eleanor, âWhoâs in there?â
Eleanor was a bit displeased with Ashtonâs investigative style but maintained
a stern expression as she replied, âMr. Lowe is currently providing medical
assistance to two women inside. Itâs not appropriate to open the door.â
âMr. Lowe? Not appropriate?â Ashton quirked a brow and clenched her teeth
in response. âWhatâs the full name of this Mr. Lowe?â
âEmmanuel Lowe!â
Though displeased, Eleanor had to cooperate with the investigation.
âWhat? That jerk again!â Ashton instantly turned furious. âI order you to open
the door immediately!â
âI canât do that!â Eleanor stood her ground. âEven if youâre in a position of
authority, you must respect peopleâs privacy. Mr. Lowe might need to undress
the patients to treat them!â
Tsk, tsk!
Outside, the crowd stirred again.
Thinking about the alluring scene inside, some men couldnât help but let their
imaginations run wild.
Two beauties at once!
âEnough with the nonsense! Open the door! Can you bear the responsibility if
Mr. Lowe is the poisoner and he escapes? Hmph!â Ashtonâs anger resonated
in a thunderous roar.
Eleanorâs resolve was no match for Ashtonâs, and she could only step aside
unwillingly.
With that, Ashton lifted her foot, ready to kick open the locked door.
âDonât!â Juan cried out in alarm, his voice urgent. His daughter was in there!
However, his desperate plea couldnât stop the hotheaded Ashton.
Click!
An unexpected scene unfolded. The door suddenly swung open from the
inside just as Ashton was about to kick the door open.
Caught off guard and due to the momentum, Ashton lost her balance and
ended up in the arms of the man inside.
âCaptain Summerton, are you alright?â Emmanuel, expressionless, gently
pushed her away.
âD*mn it!â Ashton was beside herself with rage. She had just unexpectedly
embraced the man she despised the most in front of everyone. Not only that,
it wasnât her who pushed him away, but he who pushed her.
On what grounds?
She was a Level 3 Inspector, and yet she had to be mortified like this?!
âGet out here! Was it you who poisoned them?â Ashton, furious, shouted at
Emmanuel, almost losing her composure.
-Pfft! Emmanuel couldnât help but laugh. His laughter sounded unbearably
harsh in Ashtonâs ears.
âWhat the hell are you laughing at, you jack*ss?!â Ashton was so infuriated
that she grabbed Emmanuel by the collar.
âIâm laughing at you!â Emmanuel gently brushed her hand away and said
sternly, âBased on normal reasoning, who would believe that a poisoner
would stay at the scene to save everyone after poisoning them? Do you think
criminals have nothing better to do in your mind?â
Pfft! The crowd sniggered.
Emmanuelâs serious words unexpectedly had a humorous effect. However,
despite laughing, these people were still afraid of Ashtonâs authority, so they
quickly forced themselves to stop, which looked quite comical.
Ashtonâs delicate face turned as red as if it were on fire, and in a fit of anger,
she drew her gun and pointed it at Emmanuel.