Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 882

Chapter 882 Ashton Sought Emmanuel Out

Ashton hated Nathan’s guts as well. In her opinion, not only was he a weakling, he was also a good-for-

nothing.

Despite being a part of a powerful family, that family had nurtured him with care since childhood and even let him learn from experts, and he remained mediocre after all these years.

She only admired mature and charismatic men like Sage, not a weakling who slept around with women. She wouldn’t fall for a man in the first place if the man couldn’t dominate her.

She attended the banquet with two goals. First, she heard that Nathan had taken Xylie in. So, she wanted to bring Xylie back to Yeringham. Second, she was told that Emmanuel also attended the banquet, so she planned to meet up with him.

Earlier today, she tried to persuade Nathan to hand Xylie over. As expected, he refused, which explained her cold attitude toward him a moment ago.

Ashton had returned to the banquet hall and found Emmanuel alone in a corner, looking out of place.

He only attended the banquet to wait for Nathan’s signal, hoping to persuade that mysterious woman to give up competing with him. He had been waiting for Nathan’s cue all this time.

He had occupied a small table to study the beverage provided at the banquet, not expecting a woman to approach him.

He allowed his gaze to run up from below. A pair of slender and muscled legs came into view first. The pair of legs were to his liking, not too pale, straight, and fit. They were clearly the result of regular exercise. Look at those defined muscles!

Then, he noticed her slim waist. Above that were her ample breasts.

She stood there with her arms crossed. The pose accentuated her curves, which gave Emmanuel a strong sense of pressure.

He continued to raise his eyes, only to be greeted by Ashton’s poker face. The sight sent a chill down his spine. “You again?”

“What? Are you afraid to see me?” She smiled triumphantly, hoping that he would admit his fear of her.

But he only frowned and answered with a straight face, “What should I be afraid of? That you’ll fall in love with me?”

It drew a sneer out of her. “Dream on!”

Burning with anger, she grabbed his collar. She was angry because he said those words with a straight face instead of speaking them in a teasing tone like a playboy would. The realization ignited the anger in her. What a pompous jerk! He can dream, but I’ll never fall for him!

“Miss Ashton, this isn’t ladylike.” Emmanuel’s gaze slipped to her hand, then to her eyes, but he deliberately avoided looking at her chest.

However, Ashton suddenly stood taller with flushed cheeks. She wore an off-shoulder dress tonight, and she just bent to grab his collar. He saw everything!

Emmanuel was speechless about her reaction and actions. Rolling his eyes, he said, “Miss Ashton, with all due respect, I’m not interested in looking at you even if you’re not wearing anything.”

Emmanuel was speechless about her reaction and actions. Rolling his eyes, he said, “Miss Ashton, with all due respect, I’m not interested in looking at you even if you’re not wearing anything.”

“You jerk, you-” Her face was livid with anger.

Before she could strike, Emmanuel warned her, “You need my help to solve the case, don’t you? Hostility will get you nowhere.”

It was only then that she gritted her teeth to bite back any retort and sneered, giving him a tacit admission.

He took the initiative to ask. “You’re here to bring Xylie back to Yeringham, right?”

Sage had mentioned this to him before.

However, Ashton had no idea Sage talked about this with him. She was surprised to hear Emmanuel’s question. Who is this guy? It seems like he knows everything!

“I know where she is, but if she doesn’t want to go back, please don’t force her.”

As soon as he finished his words, she got so worked up and grabbed his shirt, intimidating him, “I’m investigating a case! Do you know Xylie is a criminal? Failure to report a crime you’re aware of is against the law! Do you understand the seriousness of the case?”

Emmanuel simply stared at her without a word.

At last. she had no choice but to let go of his shirt. She felt a mixture of hatred, anger, and helplessness gnawing at her.

“Miss Ashton, I consider Xylie a friend, and I hope you respect her choice. If you agree, I’ll help you to solve another case.

“Which is?