Love At The Wrong Table

Milani instantaneously felt a little self–conscious. Her brain had been so

focused on that idea that she had inadvertently made a slip of the

tongue.

Although Ruby had told her that if she wanted to win over her prince

charming successfully, she had to adhere strictly to the three principles:

persist, be shameless, and persistently be shameless!

However, she found it really hard to persist in being shameless.

“Milani, I know what you’re thinking, but don’t get ahead of yourself!”

Emmanuel once again clarified the situation to her. “Whether you believe

it or not, I’m already married, and that Maserati belongs to my wife, not

me!”

Milani was slightly taken aback but still somewhat skeptical. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

If Emmanuel hadn’t rapidly risen in the ranks within Terence Group, why

would any rich and beautiful woman look at him twice?

Emmanuel didn’t care what she thought and continued, “Besides, my

family can’t afford to pay you a betrothal gift of five hundred thousand. I’m

also not rich enough to purchase a matrimonial house and car, so we truly

aren’t suitable for one another!”

Milani, who had been harboring doubts, immediately disbelieved him after

she heard that.

She had come prepared that time under Ruby’s advice and wouldn’t be

easily bluffed by Emmanuel like on the previous two occasions.

Therefore, Milani took the initiative and said, “Dear, material things don’t

matter. It’s great if we have them, but it’s fine even if we don’t. I like you for

you. Didn’t we go on a blind date together? I fully accept you for who you

are!”

Pfft!

Roselynn spat out the food she was chewing again, this time directly onto

Milani’s face. Who helped her come up with these lines? That’s ingenious!

“Roselynn, why did you spray food on my face? Jeez!” Milani wiped her

face in slight displeasure.

Emmanuel didn’t want to waste more time explaining to her, so he directly

video–called Mackenzie, hoping that would make Milani give up.

Meanwhile, Mackenzie looked at Emmanuel’s incoming call with

glimmering eyes, already guessing his intention.

She let the call ring and took out a piece of facial mask.

Emmanuel dialed Mackenzie’s number twice, but no one answered the

call. What is she up to? Why is she always unreachable during crucial

moments?

“Dear, who are you calling?” Milani noticed Emmanuel’s actions, and she

regarded him with an amused expression. He’s still trying to put on a

show? Does he really think he looks like someone with a wife?

While Emmanuel was stumped, Mackenzie finally returned the call.

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“This is my wife. Let me show you!” He hastily answered, deliberately

showing Milani the screen of his phone.

Once the call connected, Milani indeed saw a woman of extraordinary

elegance on the other end of the video call.

Although Mackenzie had deliberately put on a facial mask, her graceful

figure and innate distinguished temperament still managed to invoke

intense envy to surge within Milani.

“Emmanuel, how dare you have dinner with another woman behind my

back!” Mackenzie perfectly played along without waiting for Emmanuel to

speak.

“Darling, don’t misunderstand! This is my last blind date. She suddenly

wanted to see what my wife looks like, so I was just fulfilling her wish,” he

quickly explained.

Milani was already dumbfounded at that point.

Never in her wildest dream did she expect Emmanuel to be really married.

Even the house his wife lived in appeared to be very high-end.

“Oh? Are you trying to show off your wife?” A hint of smugness flashed

across Mackenzie’s eyes, but she swiftly resumed her queenly demeanor

and ordered coldly, “Drive my Maserati and come back home at once!”

“All right!” Emmanuel agreed and was about to end the call.

Alessandra hurriedly lunged forward, forbidding him from disconnecting

the call and snatching the phone in agitation. “Mackenzie, long time no

see! You look like you’ve lost weight. When are you free to come home? I’ll

make you some nutritious soup to nourish your body.”

Emmanuel and Mackenzie might be putting on an act, but Milani could tell

Alessandra was being utterly sincere. Could that gorgeous lady genuinely

be her daughter–in–law?