Love at the Wrong Table (Emmanuel Lowe and Mackenzie) novel Chapter 1207

Chapter 1207 It Can Only Mean One Thing 

Now, with the situation turning dire, she had no choice but to go all out. 

“Mackenzie, stay behind me!” Emmanuel shielded his wife behind him, his expression serious. 

He had exerted all his strength to swiftly defeat the formidable opponent, significantly depleting his internal energy. Now, facing two strong opponents simultaneously while protecting Mackenzie, he couldn’t afford to be 

careless. 

“Concentrate, don’t worry about me!” Mackenzie also reassured him. 

She was well aware of how powerful these two women were, especially the woman in white. If she truly was Sarah, 

Mackenzie wondered where she had learned her martial arts. Although Sarah had claimed to be away for studies 

many times, spending at least a decade away from the Quillen residence, she had still spent a decade within the 

household! 

While Sarah did possess martial skills, the abilities she displayed were nowhere near those of the woman in white. Could Mackenzie and Emmanuel really be mistaken? 

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh… 

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The woman in white took the lead, with the woman in blue supporting her. Their attacks were dazzling and fierce, 

not like a storm but akin to an endless drizzle. Yet, every drop of rain held unexpected lethality. 

Emmanuel had to resort to a desperate fighting style, putting all his strength into each move to drive them back and prevent them from getting close. However, the woman in white quickly discovered a weakness-Emmanuel’s 

right arm seemed injured, rendering it practically useless. 

“Trisha, I’ll keep him busy; you go all out and attack his right side! If you get a chance, grab the woman behind him!” 

The woman in white loudly instructed. 

“Yes, Your Holiness!” Trisha was initially cautious, given Emmanuel’s overwhelming power in defeating the man in 

red. The pressure was immense. Her own strength was not much different from that of the man in red. If it weren’t 

for the Saintess leading the fight, she wouldn’t even have the courage to face Emmanuel. But she soon noticed 

that Emmanuel consistently used his legs to block her attacks, seldom employing his right arm-a clear sign of an injury. Understanding this, she unleashed a relentless assault. 

Emmanuel realized that his weakness had been exposed, and continuing this prolonged struggle was not a viable 

option; sooner or later, he would be overwhelmed. In the next moment, he took the initiative to grab both women’s hands and, using the momentum, fell backward off the bridge into the dark waters below. 

“Emmanuel! Emmanuel, you idiot!” Mackenzie hadn’t anticipated Emmanuel’s decision and hurriedly leaned over 

the bridge, watching the pitch-black river. The currents were swift, the night dark, and she had no idea where the 

three of them would end up. 

At the estuary intersection, a large-scale life-and-death struggle was unfolding with great intensity. 

“Quick! Drive back these thuas and rescue Ms. Mackenzie on the bridge!” 

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right arm seemed injured, rendering it practically useless. 

“Trisha, I’ll keep him busy, you go all out and attack his right side! If you get a chance, grab the woman behind him!” 

The woman in white loudly instructed. 

“Yes, Your Holiness!” Trisha was initially cautious, given Emmanuel’s overwhelming power in defeating the man in red. The pressure was immense. Her own strength was not much different from that of the man in red. If it weren’t 

for the Saintess leading the fight, she wouldn’t even have the courage to face Emmanuel. But she soon noticed 

that Emmanuel consistently used his legs to block her attacks, seldom employing his right arm-a clear sign of an injury. Understanding this, she unleashed a relentless assault. 

Emmanuel realized that his weakness had been exposed, and continuing this prolonged struggle was not a viable 

option; sooner or later, he would be overwhelmed. In the next moment, he took the initiative to grab both women’s hands and, using the momentum, fell backward off the bridge into the dark waters below.