Love at the Wrong Table (Emmanuel Lowe and Mackenzie) novel Chapter 1129

Chapter 1129 He’s Indeed Connected To Magnus! 

Lara completely disregarded Beatrix, treating her cousin as a naive child. 

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Returning to the office, Mackenzie sat alone in her chair, staring at the computer screen, her mind in disarray. 

She was confident that Emmanuel wouldn’t cheat on her behind her back, but if the news had spread within her company to such a degree, it would undoubtedly soon become widespread in Yeringham. 

Now, even Lara had returned to the country to oppose Emmanuel’s entry into their family, adding another formidable opponent. 

Mackenzie felt truly exhausted. She didn’t want to confront her family daily over this marriage, but giving up on Emmanuel was absolutely impossible. 

“Complicated love!” 

After Emmanuel dropped Mackenzie off at work, he returned to the Commerce Department. 

“Hey, buddy, you were quite the man last night!” 

Derrick had been eagerly waiting for Emmanuel to return to work early in the morning. As soon as he saw Emmanuel, he was incredibly excited. 

Their relationship seemed more like an insignificant fan meeting a major idol-No, like a small fry meeting a great hero. 

In Derrick’s eyes, a man who could defeat numerous rich and powerful young scions and win the heart of a goddess wasn’t just a hero; he was practically a legend. 

Three other women were in the department, sneaking glimpses at the two, whispering to each other. Obviously, the heroic deeds of the two from the previous night had already spread throughout the company. As for the source of the news, that was unclear. 

Seeing that Derrick was about to talk publicly about the previous night’s events, Emmanuel quickly covered his mouth and pushed him into the office. 

As soon as he let go, Derrick eagerly asked, “Was it good last night? Was the pretty girl’s body amazing? Was it smooth? Tender? Tsk, tsk, tsk…” 

Seeing Derrick’s eyes sparkling brightly and nearly drooling, Emmanuel was speechless and could only tell him the truth. “That pretty girl is actually an assassin. I almost lost my life!” 

“No way! An assassin?” Derrick widened his eyes in disbelief. “Does she have a grudge against you? Did she want you to die from exhaustion?” 

“Not initially.” Emmanuel shrugged, half-truthfully saying, “Her target should be super-rich young scions like Nathan Chapman and Blaze Silverbane. She probably decided so when I messed up her rhythm.” 

“I see!” Derrick wasn’t a fool either. He immediately clapped his hands and said, “I knew it! A woman with such talent and charm wouldn’t become a prostitute in a nightclub. She had a hidden agenda, huh?” 

Emmanuel found this big-bellied man rather easygoing, completely unlike someone with a scheming nature. Taking advantage of the moment, he asked, “Mr. Finch, how did you approach Hannah and acquire the shares she held?” 

Since Hannah didn’t trade her shares through the platform, the two must have had private contact. 

“She was my dad’s junior in school. My dad took over her shares and arranged for me to work here to gain business experience,” Derrick said frankly, surprising Emmanuel. “Your dad’s junior?!” 

He always thought Derrick, with his beer belly, was at least in his thirties while Hannah was in her forties. 

Emmanuel would believe Derrick if he said he was Hannah’s junior, but to say Derrick’s father was Hannah’s senior was rather unbelievable.