Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 818
Love at the Wrong Table
Chapter 818
âM-Ms. Quillen?â Silas thought he was seeing things when he saw Mackenzie.
The heiress of the Quillen family actually appeared in the Oatley residence in
the middle of the night? Whatâs going on?!
Seeing Mackenzie, he looked as if a mouse had encountered a cat. The three
Oatley women were also gnashing their teeth, appearing frustrated and
helpless.
âWhat do you intend to do to Roselynn?â
Seeing the scene before her, Mackenzie quirked her brow slightly, exuding an
unbearable cold pressure.
âW-We havenât done anything to her.â Silas quickly forced a smile and waved
his hand.
Knowing that Silas couldnât be depended on anymore, Jennifer gritted her
teeth and said, âRoselynn stabbed my son. We will make her pay for sure! If
you want to interfere, donât blame us for being rude to you!â
Unfazed by her fierce appearance, Mackenzle coldly chuckled, âWould
Roselynn have done that if your son hadnât done anything to her?â
âYou-â
Jennifer was already furious, and now unable to argue her point, she saw
Mackenzieâs followers pouring into the Oatley residence. With resolve, shel
shouted, âGuards, arrest these three!â
Silas immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Jennifer was acting recklessly.
The woman in front of them was the heiress of the Quillen family, for heavenâs
sake!
Alas, ignorance was bliss indeed.
She was courting death, and they didnât want to accompany her.
âStop!â
Sebastian descended the second-floor staircase in the critical moment,
halting everyone. His hands were both bloody, a horrifying sight.
Ms. Quillen, this is our family matter. Please donât interfere!â
Sebastianâs mind was everywhere. He couldnât let Roselynn go after seeing
his sonâs condition, but he also couldnât afford to antagonize Mackenzie,
especially since their families had just negotiated a coop