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With that, Mackenzie stood up, her face devoid of

expression.

Emmanuel instantly leaped to his feet and raced to

guard his plate of pasta.

The pasta looked really delicious, and the plating was

perfect. Every noodle was cooked to perfection, and

the accompanying sauces and garnishes were

artistically arranged on the plate.

Emmanuel found himself silently admiring her for her

thoughtfulness. If he had been the one responsible for

preparing the pasta, he doubted he would have taken

the extra step to make sure it was presented nicely.

Mackenzie was amused to see him gulping down the

plate of pasta in two mouthfuls. She remarked icily,

“Did you go to inspect a project, or were you recently

released from jail? Why were you famished?”

“Inspecting a project is more tiring than going to jail!”

After clearing the plate, Emmanuel licked his lips,

obviously wanting more. He gave her a thumbs–up

and a wide grin. “This is amazing! You’re an incredible

cook, way better than me.”

Mackenzie’s lips curled slightly, but her smile quickly

slipped away. She retorted, “Even if you flatter me, that

doesn’t mean I’ll make it for you again. By the way, how

is the project progressing?”

“Everything is going well. After the logo is done, they

will affix it and deliver it in a timely manner,” Emmanuel

explained.

He quickly added, “Remember your promise to pay my

family a visit after the project completion. My mom has

already extended an invitation to both Uncle Benny

and Uncle Chester’s families!”

“It’s a formal visit?” Mackenzie frowned upon hearing

that the visit was a formal one as she had never been

fond of attending formal dinners.

Nevertheless, she didn’t say no outright and ordered

coldly, “Clear the table. I’m going to wash up and go to

bed.”

Emmanuel watched with a fond smile as she ambled

away. He was filled with a sense of satisfaction and joy,

knowing that in two days, he would finally be able to

fulfill his mother’s wish.

The following day, Walter summoned Milani to his

office.

“Milani, you have done an outstanding job of

managing the project and making sure that all the

details were taken care of. Your commitment to this

project has been remarkable. After the handover

tomorrow, I will apply for your bonus and pay raise.”

“Thank you, Mr. Zackas!” Milani thanked him excitedly.

She was so overjoyed that she felt the urge to

embrace him and give him a kiss.

I have suffered through countless encounters with the

exasperatingly useless Emmanuel, but my suffering is

finally coming to an end. I must confront him after the

handover tomorrow.

Walter continued, “I’m not the one who deserves your

gratitude. You should thank Mr. Lowe instead.”

He was aware that it was only due to Emmanuel’s

efforts in dealing with the persistent Samuel that the

project was able to be completed and delivered on

schedule.

Alas, Milani despised Emmanuel so much and would

never thank him for his efforts.

That b*stard only went all out for his commission. He

wasn’t sincere in helping me. Why would I thank him?

That very night, Alessandra was bubbling with

enthusiasm when she called Emmanuel.

“Manny, Uncle Chester’s family will come to help us out

that day. We must decorate our place and prepare a

spread for Mackenzie!” she exclaimed happily.

“Mackenzie is free on Sunday, right?” She wanted to be

sure.

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Alessandra’s excitement grew ever stronger.

“Yeah. We’ll be there,” Emmanuel assured her.

The project would end tomorrow, and he would be

bringing the ice queen home three days later.

“I’m glad to hear that! You should be incredibly

thankful that you have such an incredible wife.”

Alessandra was obviously over the moon.

Emmanuel let out a chuckle, but on the inside, he was

feeling bitter.

Mackenzie might be capable, but that doesn’t mean

she’s a good wife!

Alessandra suddenly changed the topic. “By the way,

the Zimmerman family invited us to dinner tomorrow

night. They sounded enthusiastic, so I said yes.”

Taken aback, Emmanuel frowned and asked, “Which

Zimmerman family?”

Don’t tell me she’s talking about Milani’s family.