Wolf President Hooks Up novel Chapter 437

They were all scared. It was Emmett!

"Mr. Smith!" a guy exclaimed.

Obviously, he was shocked to see Emmett.

Then, everyone in the room stood up in panic, because the two people who came in to toast them were both big shots.

One was a leader of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee.

And the other was the Asian tycoon Emmett Smith.

Everyone wondered who he had come for.

After all, he was a figure at the peak of the pyramid, and even these rich people didn't have a chance to talk to him!

Besides, he had connections with both the police and the gangs. With his powerful family and personal charm, he seemed unapproachable to ordinary people.

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Mark looked at Emmett, who was holding a glass of wine in a domineering and refined manner. His smile somehow vanished, his eyes fixed on Emmett.

The arrogant Emmett also grimly stared at Mark.

It was like a silent war going on between the two men.

Fortunately, before long, Emmett averted his gaze away from him to Elaine, who couldn't stop coughing.

'This woman is always so clumsy.'

'How could she get choked so easily?' Emmett thought.

He did not know that it was his sudden appearance that had caused her panic.

"Are you alright? Come, drink some water."

Mark gently patted Elaine's back and handed her a glass of water.

Her face red from coughing, she waved her hand, unable to say a word.

How could she have choked in so many people's presence?

They might think she had stuffed too much food in her mouth. It was embarrassing.

"Sit down as you please."

Since Emmett said so, everyone sat down obediently and took care not to speak, afraid they might offend him somehow.

They all looked at him respectfully, and the two women couldn't take their eyes off him.

'Wow, this man is so damn handsome!'

'Is he even human or is he from heaven?'

Even the two women were envious of his looks.

Emmett wore a light brown V-collar cashmere. It fit well and was soft, giving an impression that the person was amiable.

He wasn't wearing a jacket. Or probably he had left it in another room

In that cashmere, he looked strong, exuding the charm of a mature man.

The moment he appeared, he became the center of attention.

That happened wherever he went. Around him, the rest of these people paled into insignificance.

"We're about the same age. Don't be so formal. I happened to be having dinner with the vice mayor. Since Eason is here, I came to propose a toast," Emmett said slowly.

Even though he was smiling, he still looked menacing.

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Hearing that, Eason Blanton immediately laughed, his ears turning red with excitement.

After all, he was facing Emmett Smith, the CEO of the Tianyi Group, and the head of ZH Clan.

To be able to invite Emmett over boosted his confidence.

The vice mayor was very cooperative with Emmett and raised his glass first. "Since Mr. Smith, the business genius in our country, has said so, everyone, cheers."

Everyone raised their glasses. With a faint expression, Mark also raised his glass.

Emmett looked at Elaine and said, "Hmm? Why doesn't this young lady drink?"

These words were directed towards Elaine.

Everyone looked at her. She blushed with embarrassment. She was still coughing. How could she drink? Was he blind? Or was he just picking on her?

She tried to explain, but she couldn't because of the coughing.

"My girlfriend can't drink, and as you can see, she's not feeling well and is still coughing."

Mark wrapped his arm around her shoulder and looked straight at Emmett.

When he heard the words "my girlfriend," Emmett frowned.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are Glen Wilson's brother, right?"

Although Emmett was smiling, his tone was sharp. Everyone was still holding their glasses, but the whole situation didn't seem to be about the toast anymore.

Everyone turned to Mark in confusion.

Mark nodded, "I have to say that you have a good memory. I am Mark Wilson."

Emmett turned away. "I don't remember you at all. It's just that someone keeps mentioning your name all day long, so I remember it."

At the end of the sentence, he seemed to be gritting his teeth.