Love At The Wrong Table

Emmanuel did not care about what others thought

and towed Milani away from the restaurant.

“Mom, let’s go too.”

Once Roselynn towed the baffled Alessandra away

from the restaurant, the Zimmermans were the only

ones left, cringing in silence.

They shared looks with each other, not knowing what

to say.

“L–Let go of me!”

Milani only snapped back to her senses after getting

into the car, and she flung Emmanuel’s hand away.

Hmph! Is he trying to take advantage of me?

Emmanuel was too preoccupied with his fury to

entertain thoughts like those. “Why didn’t you come to

me for another blueprint when the original was ruined?

Must you foolishly draw another yourself?”

Milani did not dare to speak, but she was cold with

wrath too.

“It wouldn’t be an issue if you were actually skilled

enough to do it, but you’re not. I’d like to see what final

product you’re going to hand over to them tomorrow

after making a mistake with the logo!”

Milani hung her head low as Emmanuel berated her,

but at the same time, she was biting her lower lip hard.

Assh*le! Go on, keep up with the arrogant act! Keep

scolding me! Once this is over, I’m going to settle the

score with you!

A while later, Emmanuel stopped, not seeing the point

in chiding her anymore, and turned to look out the

window.

It was only when both fell silent did the taxi driver

finally teased, “I saw you holding hands while getting

into the car earlier, so I thought you were a couple. The

two of you make a perfect pair.” Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

The driver’s words only worsened the awkward

atmosphere.

The second Emmanuel and Milani glanced at each

other, they whipped their heads away to avert their

gazes.

“I’m not his darn partner. He was my blind date, but

there’s no way I’d want someone like him!” Milani

snapped, finally having a spot to vent her anger.

Emmanuel was equally furious at that moment. He

snarled, “I already have a wife, and she’s a thousand

times better than you!”

Those were not only words meant to spite Milani. While

Mackenzie was not the friendliest person around, she

was certainly far more reliable than Milani.

Besides, Milani would still lose to her in terms of

appearance, demeanor, and wealth.

“Ha! You’re good at brainwashing yourself, aren’t you?

You talk about having a wife all the time, so why don’t

you take out her photo and let me have a look at her!”

Milani yelled. “Let’s have the taxi driver tell us who’s

prettier.”

“Yes, yes!” The driver was more than happy to play the

role of a judge.

Since he already considered Milani a gorgeous

woman, he couldn’t help but wonder how attractive

Emmanuel’s wife could be.

“I’m not in the mood to argue with you.”

Emmanuel was still not going to show Milani a photo of

Mackenzie.

First of all, he did not actually have a photo of her with

him.

Secondly, Mackenzie would certainly be upset to hear

about the incident.

“Ha! Funny. Stop fantasizing about how you have a wife

from now on, or else you will need to check yourself

into a psychiatric ward soon!” Milani mocked.

The taxi soon reached its destination, and a glare from

Emmanuel made Milani clamp her mouth shut.

Milani had no choice but to bow to Emmanuel at work.

“Hurry up and find out what the finalized product looks

like. You have to find a way to fix it even if it means

staying up all night,” Emmanuel warned.

Milani could not read his mind. She thought he was

anxious about the commission and was taking the

opportunity to berate her. She frowned and gave him a

look of disdain.

Once Emmanuel finally had the chance to look at the

logo, he compared it with the original blueprint and

realized that a line was missing from the original four

lines.

It was not a major mistake, but it could be blown up.

The three lines were a popular brand symbol, and if

they were to go along with the mistake, they would risk

getting sued for plagiarism.

However, the final product was huge and made out of

marble. It was close to impossible to fix the mistake,

and if they were to redo the product, the product

would not be ready in time for the ribbon–cutting

ceremony of the project.

“Hey, what do we do now?”