Love At The Wrong Table

“Please don’t make trouble at our bar, gentlemen!”

Before Emmanuel could make his move, the manager strode over with

some men.

When such an incident transpired, he had the responsibility to make an

appearance and handle the matter.

The man wearing a gold chain promptly swung a hand and bellowed,

“Who do you think you are that you dare say such a thing to us?”

No pushover, the manager instantly warned coldly, “You’ve got no right to

kick up a fuss here, buddy. We also have someone backing us up!”

Unexpectedly, Rat burst into raucous laughter. Patting the manager’s face

haughtily, he hissed, “You’ve got someone backing you up? Does he dare

to go against me?”

“W-Who exactly are you?”

When the manager saw that the man remained as arrogant as ever, he

knew that the latter must be someone influential. His heart lurched.

“Tell him!”

“Understood, Rat!” Kicking a chair, the man wearing a gold chain

announced proudly, “Rat is Mr. Webber’s sworn brother! Got it?”

“What? Mr. Webber?”

As expected, the manager was frightened, his expression changing

drastically.

As the manager of the bar, he knew Samuel and his men’s ruthlessness

better than anyone else.

They were all vicious men who were accustomed to bloodshed, especially

Samuel. Rumor had it that the man even had blood on his hands.

That aside, it was rumored that even big companies such as Terence

Group and Cloud Construction dared not offend them easily. It went

without saying that he had not the guts to go against the group of savage

Chapter 68 Who Dares To Stop Me

men when he was merely an insignificant bar manager.

Taking in the terror on the manager’s face, the group of ruffians grew all

the more arrogant and guffawed loudly.

“Hurry up and scram! You’re not needed here!”

The man wearing a gold chain shoved the manager away. Without

warning, he yanked at Xylie’s dress forcefully.

“Ahh!”

Alongside Xylie’s terrified scream, the top of her dress was ripped. The look

of her in tattered clothes further inflamed the men.

No longer able to hold himself back, Rat reached out to divest her of all

clothing.

Heh! The more innocent and aloof she is, the greater my possessiveness

toward her!

Unfortunately, before his filthy paw could make contact, it was restrained

by a clean and strong hand.

The grip was so tight that it felt like an iron manacle.

“Who’s that? Who dares to stop me?”

Rat saw red at once.

Around him, his lackeys were also surprised, never having expected

someone to dare go up against them when they had made their identity

known.

“What a piece of trash!”

Loathed to talk to him, Emmanuel snagged a beer bottle and brought it

down on the man’s head hard.

Crash!

The sound of the beer bottle shattering had the patrons around jumping

in fright.

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Milani felt as though a bomb had gone off deep within her, and terror

struck her.

She really could not fathom it all. This loser usually looks gentle, but he’s

more ruthless than the last every time he fights for real!

“Damn it! Kill him!”

At Emmanuel’s sudden act of violence, a long time passed before the

group of ruffians managed to gather their wits about them.

They quickly snagged beer bottles and charged toward the man.

Milani hastily hid in a corner, afraid that she would be caught in the

crossfire.

Yoel, on the other hand, was utterly anxious, worried that Xylie would be

injured in the fight.

“Ahh!”

At the sight of a beer bottle heading toward her, Xylie shrieked, her face

draining of all color in horror.

Wrapping an arm around her slender waist, Emmanuel spun and dodged

the attack while kicking his leg out at the other person.

Whoa! How incredible!

Xylie was entirely astounded.

Admiration similarly flooded Yoel. No wonder he could even subdue Mr.

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Naturally, Milani was the most shocked among them all.

Although she looked down upon Emmanuel, she could not deny that he

was more than ten times cooler than usual when he fought.

Sweeping his gaze over his lackeys, who were not Emmanuel’s match, Rat

cradled his head as he sat on the ground. His face was contorted in rage.

“Damn it! Just wait! I’m going to call someone over to kill you!”