Love at the Wrong Table (Emmanuel Lowe and Mackenzie) novel Chapter 1106

Chapter 1106 Spare Magnus

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“If you’re so concerned, there’s no need for a conversation!” Emmanuel said with amusement, “I’ve never seen such an influential woman before. So, I’m afraid I won’t be able to engage in a meaningful discussion with her.”

Hattie remained unmoved by his sarcastic comment.

However, Dominique immediately responded, “Mr. Lowe, if you were a vulnerable woman who has experienced an average of 303 attacks by men, 27 kidnappings, and 19 assassination attempts in a year, I believe you wouldn’t make such remarks!”

Uh.

Emmanuel paused for a moment and shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, forgive me for my ignorance. I spoke without thinking.”

He didn’t possess the same level of beauty as Hattie, nor was he a woman. So, how could he empathize with her life experiences?

Then again, it was easy to understand that delicate flowers were easily broken.

“Emmanuel, this way, please,” Hattie said as she walked past him. Her gaze was cold but not intimidating.

As she walked by, he caught a whiff of a refreshing fragrance. It was different from Mackenzie’s scent but equally delightful.

Emmanuel followed her and Dominique into a luxurious suite.

Hattie sat down elegantly, her feet slightly crossed as she naturally rested her hands on her thighs. Her posture was flawless. She presented a picturesque image that could easily evoke a line of poetry, “When calm, she is like a delicate flower reflecting in the water. When in motion, she is like a graceful willow swaying in the wind.”

Emmanuel finally made the connection between her and Magnus when he saw her like this.

They truly came from a prestigious background and had the same upbringing!

Dominique stood behind her like a stunning sentinel.

“Ms. Zelinsky, why don’t you get straight to the point? What exactly do you want to discuss?”

Emmanuel did not bother sitting down. He was unlike the men outside the hotel, who were all lusting after her. He genuinely didn’t have any special feelings towards beautiful women-except for Mackenzie, of course!

Dominique felt increasingly ated in the face of his disrespect towards Hattie.

Not only was she one of the Four Beauties of Zovince, but she was also a goddess with a net worth of several tens of billions. How could he not grovel at her feet and fulfill her every whim? Why wasn’t he showing her any respect? How dare he use such an arrogant attitude towards Ms. Zelinsky?

“Emmanuel, I have a favor to ask of you,” Hattie spoke, completely contradicting her lofty image.