Love at the Wrong Table (Emmanuel Lowe and Mackenzie) novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167

“You pathetic fatso!”

Emmanuel lifted Yenyl with one hand.

Filled with disgust, Mackenzie swiftly grabbed a cup from the nearby table

and forcefully smashed it onto Yenyl’s head.

Bang!

The cup shattered, and blood gushed from the man’s wounded head.

Emmanuel didn’t see his wife’s actions as violent but rather satisfying. He

tightly gripped Yenyl and demanded, “How do you know my wife? And when

did you start secretly filming her?”

Yenyl was both shocked and terrified!

He had no idea whether Emmanuel was telling the truth or not.

How can Yeringham’s number one beauty turn out to be his wife?Is the

masked woman in front of me really Ms. Mackenzie Quillen from the Quillen

family?

What’s happening?

In his eyes, Mackenzie was an ethereal goddess, far beyond his reach. How

could she possibly grace him with her presence?

Besides, all the information on his computer was purchased online.

“Emmanuel, don’t waste time talking to him. Teach him a lesson!” Mackenzie

commanded, her voice filled with contempt.

”

She felt a surge of disgust and, with no bodyguards around, she turned to her

husband for help.

Understanding his wife’s revulsion and fueled by his own anger at the man’s

audacity, Emmanuel wasted no time. He swiftly took charge and punched

the man in his face.

Having once been a Wolf Warrior in the Northern Region, Emmanuel was able

to deliver powerful punches.

The impact from his punch was far more devastating than the cup

Mackenzie had smashed. Yenyl’s cheekbone caved in, and blood sprayed in

all directions.

“You pervert! How dare you covet my wife! Rot in h*!!!”

Filled with rage, Emmanuel unleashed a series of powerful punches, each

one stronger than the last.

Fearing he might go too far and seriously injure the man, Emmanuel

redirected his lethal blows to the man’s meaty body parts.

Despite the altered target, Yenyl still felt excruciating pain.

“That’s enough. Don’t actually beat him to death!” Mackenzie reluctantly

interjected.

Strangely, she didn’t feel repulsed when she witnessed Emmanuel lose

control and resort to physical aggression on her behalf. In fact, she found it

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satisfying.

“Well, he didn’t capture anything significant anyway. He can watch if he

wants to.” Despite her claims, she still deleted the photos and videos.

However, Emmanuel couldn’t help but caution her, “Ms. Quillen, you should be

more cautious to avoid being secretly photographed in the future. There are

countless despicable men like Yenyl out there!”

Upon hearing his words, Mackenzie turned her frown into a smile. “Oh, feeling

uncomfortable now, are you?”

She meant it as a playful remark, expecting Emmanuel to brush it off. But to

her surprise, he nodded earnestly. “Yes, at that moment, it felt like a volcano

erupted inside me! I felt so disturbed, and even now, I can’t shake off the

feeling!”

“You fool!” Mackenzie chuckled and continued, “There’s no way you can

prevent such things from happening. I promise I won’t let other men touch

me from now on.”

She was also hinting that the rule applied to Emmanuel too.

After all, she was the CEO of Terence Group and the heiress of the Quillen

family. As a prominent figure often interviewed by the media, she had to

constantly deal with the attention of numerous men in Yeringham.

However, the man standing before her remained oblivious to her true

identity.

When Mackenzie made that remark, Emmanuel felt an immediate sense of

relief. She was like a goddess in his eyes, untouched by the mundane world

and someone no man could defile.