Love At The Wrong Table

Xylie realized that she had run into a scoundrel. She swiftly spun on her

heel to leave.

“Haha! Don’t go, pretty!” A lackey wearing a gold chain grabbed her.

Licking his lips, he declared, “This is your lucky day! My boss, Rat, has taken

a fancy to you! Take a seat and have a few drinks with him!”

“… I don’t know him!” Xylie argued even as she struggled.

“Haha, you don’t even know Rat? Have you heard of the renowned Mr.

Webber in the southern area of Yeringham, then? Rat is his sworn brother!”

the man wearing a gold chain proclaimed with a smug grin.

Samuel enjoyed great popularity in Yeringham, especially among the

various major nightclubs and bars. No one was a stranger to his

reputation.

Xylie adamantly shook her head and struggled desperately.

“Damn it! As long as you agree to keep me company tonight, all this

money will be yours!”

Following that, Rat Lauer slapped a stack of bills onto the table. From the

looks of it, it was at least tens of thousands.

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to be virtuous. Yet, when all was said and done, they protested for the

sake of money.

Many of them instantly changed their tune upon seeing the stack of bills

awaiting them.

However, Xylie did not even spare it a single glance. She continued

struggling and countered icily, “Sorry, but you’re mistaken! I’m not a bar

hostess. If you need one, I can help to notify someone to come over and

serve you.”

Having said that, she pivoted to leave.

“Damn it, what a b*tch! You don’t want to do things the nice way, huh?”

Going off the deep end, Rat smashed a beer bottle at her feet.

Crash!

The sound of the beer bottle shattering had the whole bar plunging into

silence in a flash.

“Take a step further if you dare! I’ll kill you!” Rat threatened in a glacial

voice.

That snagged the attention of a number of people.

“What are the lot of you looking at? We might just gouge your eyes out!”

Each of Rat’s lackeys was more arrogant than the last. They pointed at the

other patrons and cursed them out.

The people around did not even dare watch the show anymore, much less

attempt to be a knight in shining armor and save the damsel in distress.

After all, it was clear as day that the group of men was not to be trifled

with.

Xylie did her utmost best to remain calm, but her palms had long since

gone damp with sweat. She wanted to leave yet did not dare do so,

making for a pitiful sight.

Mistakenly assuming that she had given up resisting, Rat reached out to

grope her thigh.

“Haha, your leg is fair and supple, making me salivate, pretty!”

“Ah! Stop it, you scoundrel!”

In her moment of panic, Xylie slapped the man across the face.

Slap!

At once, the air seemingly froze.

W

Rat had been in the underground circles for a long time, and he had never

been struck by a woman.

Worse still, the incident happened in public, causing him great humiliation.

In the blink of an eye, the group of men smashed everything madly and

even pushed Xylie to the ground.

It was their first time encountering such an obstinate woman, but they

believed that anyone would end up begging for mercy at their hands.

She’s dead today!

“How reprehensible!”

Seething inwardly, Yoel gritted his teeth at the side, his hands balled into

fists.

Regretfully, he was scrawny and dared not step out at all. All of a sudden,

his gaze flickered. When he caught sight of Emmanuel, his mind whirred at

warp speed.

Everyone in Cloud Construction knows that he’s the man who handled Mr.

Webber and ensured that the project could progress smoothly. Since he

can even deal with Mr. Webber, he must be capable of doing the same

with these few ruffians!

Chapter 67 Please Save Xylie

At that thought, he clenched his jaw and implored, “Please save Xylie, Mr.

Lowe!”

In truth, Emmanuel would have lent Xylie a hand without the man having

to make that request since the ruffians had gone overboard.

Nonetheless, he seized advantage of the opportunity and asked, “Can you

help me amend the logo if I were to help her?”

Yoel gritted his teeth. “I don’t dare promise you anything, but I’ll try my

best!”

“Deal!”

Immediately, Emmanuel stood up and walked out of the booth.