Love at the Wrong Table (Emmanuel Lowe and Mackenzie) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91

The force of the collision caused the Mercedes-Benz to be pushed aside.

Hearing the loud sound, the security guards in the residential area felt a

chill go down their spines.

What a spectacle! Rich people certainly know how to have fun, don’t they?

Just look at how that Bentley collided with the Mercedes-Benz without a

second thought. The repair costs alone could amount to half of our

lifetime salary!

“Mackenzie? Mackenzie!” Hubert wanted to go after her, but the security

guard stopped him from entering.

“Mackenzie, I love you! I will make you fall in love with me and marry you

one day!” he announced.

The more rudely Mackenzie treated him, the more he saw it as a

challenge, fueling his determination to win her over.

Mackenzie remained unfazed in her Bentley, but her driver was amused.

I can’t believe a rich heir is fawning over Ms. Quillen. He has no idea she’s

already married!

After getting out of the car, Mackenzie took the elevator upstairs alone.

“Ms. Quillen, you’re back!” Emmanuel greeted her when he saw her

coming home.

To his surprise, Mackenzie merely scoffed in response.

Did I offend her again? I don’t remember anything, though.

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Soon, Mackenzie took a shower and returned to her room, locking it behind

her as usual.

It was still early, and Emmanuel didn’t know if she already had dinner.

However, he dared not pose that question to her as she seemed to be

mad at him.

Right then, Emmanuel received a call from Ryder, who informed him that

he was waiting downstairs at Yociam Residence and wanted to have a

conversation.

Emmanuel quickly went downstairs. “Ryder, what happened? Why are you

here late at night? Did Shawn ask you for money again?”

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Ryder shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. “No, that’s not it. It

was strange how he barged into your house and suddenly said that he

had gone to the wrong house before fleeing the scene. He stopped asking

me to repay the debt ever since.”

That struck Emmanuel as strange, too. As a doctor, he didn’t believe in