Love at the Wrong Table (Emmanuel Lowe and Mackenzie) novel Chapter 1211

Chapter 1211 To Be or Not to Be 

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“In the mouths of high-ranking members of the Holy Fire organization, we have placed several types of drugs. When necessary, we can pierce them to use for self-destruction or to send signals! 

“Just now, I just used your mouth as a cover. In reality, I pierced a small sachet, and Trisha will come to rescue me when she smells the fragrance!” The woman in white explained, leaving Emmanuel breaking into a cold sweat. Fortunately, she didn’t use a poisonous sac for suicide, otherwise, he would be in trouble, too. 

“Oh, by the way, what did you mean by your question just now?” The woman in white asked. 

“Nothing…” Emmanuel smiled. “I was just diverting your attention, thinking you were about to do something reckless again. Now, let’s wait for someone to come rescue us.” 

The woman in white stared at him, half-believing, half-doubting. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this man wasn’t as simple as he appeared. How could someone with his skill survive multiple life-and-death battles in the Northern Region? However, in this situation, what tricks could he possibly have left? 

Meanwhile, at the bridge over the river, Ashton led her team to Mackenzie. 

The Holy Fire organization’s thugs were either dead or scattered at this point, meaning the crisis on this side had been completely resolved. However, Mackenzie showed no signs of relief. She had been waiting for updates from the Quillen family’s bodyguards, anticipating information about Emmanuel. However, they couldn’t locate Emmanuel at short notice. 

“Ms. Mackenzie, why don’t you come back with us for now?” Logan urged. “Once we find Mr. Lowe, we’ll inform you immediately!” 

Mackenzie remained silent, just shaking her head while gazing at the dark river. The turbulent flow was still very intense. Without relying on the swift currents, walking downstream along the river would take at least two hours. 

Ashton looked at Mackenzie with a sense of foreboding. Sure enough, in the next moment, Mackenzie suddenly jumped into the river. 

“Hey, are you crazy?!” Ashton exclaimed. 

“Ms. Mackenzie!” Logan also shouted in shock, quickly instructing, “Quick! Go and rescue Ms. Mackenzie! She can’t swim!” 

The group was immediately in chaos. 

Subsequently, Logan and others also jumped down one after another. They were the Quillen family’s bodyguards, and if anything happened to Mackenzie, they wouldn’t be able to explain it to Terence 

“Crazy woman!” Ashton was also shocked by Mackenzie’s actions. What is she doing jumping when she can’t swim?! Is she trying to get herself killed?! 

In the past, she would have undoubtedly jumped without hesitation. She could certainly follow after Mackenzie However, her current physical condition didn’t allow for such recklessness She quickly drove a police motorcycle 

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“Ms. Mackenzie!” Logan also shouted in shock, quickly instructing, “Quick! Go and rescue Ms. Mackenzie! She 

can’t swim!” 

The group was immediately in chaos. 

Subsequently, Logan and others also jumped down one after another. They were the Quillen family’s bodyguards, and if anything happened to Mackenzie, they wouldn’t be able to explain it to Terence. 

“Crazy woman!” Ashton was also shocked by Mackenzie’s actions. What is she doing jumping when she can’t swim?! Is she trying to get herself killed?! 

In the past, she would have undoubtedly jumped without hesitation. She could certainly follow after Mackenzie. However, her current physical condition didn’t allow for such recklessness. She quickly drove a police motorcycle and rushed down the rugged riverside road. 

After jumping into the river, Mackenzie realized the rapid flow of the water. Her swimming skills were indeed lacking, haunted by the events in Yeternia. Since her return, she had diligently practiced in the Quillen family’s private pool almost every day. Now, drifting downstream without any sharp rocks, she managed to make it to the lower reaches. 

Cough, cough… Mackenzie, drenched and shivering, violently coughed as she struggled to climb ashore. Her whole body was wet, and a chill ran through her. 

Before she could gather her thoughts, a dagger was pressed against her neck, causing her entire body to tremble. When she looked up, it was Trisha. 

“Emmanuel protected you so desperately just now, yet here you come, walking right toward me. Hehe…” Trisha sneered. “Hand over the Heart of the Sun now, and I might spare your life.” 

Mackenzie, undeterred, replied coldly, “The Heart of the Sun isn’t with me. I handed it to Emmanuel long ago!”