Chapter 11 - chapter 11

On that night, Emmanuel arrived at the nightclub named The Paradise. Beneath his clothes were all bandages!

Standing alone by the door, he puffed at a cigarette in

annoyance.

His mood plummeted when he received a call three

minutes ago, and Roselynn's voice was still echoing in

his ear. "Manny, Mom was admitted to the hospital

again. She has nephritis! She was asking for you,

wondering when your wife will come and visit. She

thought your wife should have come to see her

already since you two are married."

Roselynn's words rendered Emmanuel speechless, and

her remarks still echoed in his ears.

Their father passed away at a young age, and their

mother had to raise him and his sister singlehandedly.

She worked too hard when she was young, and her

unhealthy diet caused her to develop kidney stones.

Some ten years ago, she had to have one of her

kidneys removed, and her only kidney was inflamed.

Emmanuel did not know how long his mother's body

could hold up.

Her only wish now was to meet her daughter–in–law.

Even seeing her grandchild being born would be a

luxury!

Emmanuel knew he had repeatedly disappointed his

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mother, but this time, he was determined to bring

Mackenzie home to fulfill his mother's wish!

Meanwhile, Mackenzie was in a daze. She might be

staring at the screen, but she was, in fact, zoning out.

She had never been so worried for someone in her life

that it significantly reduced her efficiency at work.

All of a sudden, her phone rang. It was a call from her

grandfather.

"Hey, Mackenzie! Can the strategic warehouse project

be completed in time? All the directors kept pressuring

me for the progress update!" Terence sounded

anxious.

After all, all shareholders wanted profits. As the

majority shareholder of the company, Terénce

undoubtedly hoped the project would succeed.

"Grandpa, I'm waiting for an update from someone,"

Mackenzie said calmly.

"Updates from someone? Who's the CEO of Terence

Group? Who's the decision maker of the company?

And you're telling me you're waiting for updates from

another person?" Terence expressed his dismay. What

happened to my granddaughter? That's not how she

would usually behave!

"I want you to give me an answer right now!" The

agitated Terence raised his voice.

"Grandpa, that person is Emmanuel!" she responded.

"What? Emmanuel?" Terence froze for a moment and

kept mum.

After a while, he expressed his shock. "Why do you

have to wait for him to make a decision for Terence

Group?"

"Grandpa, stop asking, okay?" Mackenzie replied

indifferently, "Anyway, I've informed the engineering

team from Cloud Construction to be on standby. I'll

issue an ultimatum by tomorrow morning."

After that, she ended the call.

Mackenzie let out a long breath and found herself

unable to sit still.

She could not believe that even during that critical

period, she still found herself expecting Emmanuel to

solve the problem.

As the night fell, Emmanuel flicked his cigarette in front

of the entrance of The Paradise and was ready to enter

the premises.

Suddenly, someone pulled him from the back, and the

person was Sheldon.

"Emmanuel, have you lost your mind? Would you really

stoop to anything for the sake of money? Mr. Webber is

not an easy person to deal with, yet you went to him

and warned him and his men to vacate that piece of

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land. He could easily send someone to take your life.

Do you realize that?" Sheldon exclaimed in agitation,

trying to dissuade the man.

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Though he only had a professional relationship with

Emmanuel, from human to human, he did not want the

man to risk his life.

Yet, Emmanuel ignored him and walked straight into

the nightclub.

Unfortunately, the receptionist refused to reveal any

information about their guest to him:

The security guard even chased him out of the club

after he refused to leave.

"Emmanuel, can you stop acting crazy? We can't even

locate the person. Just give up, okay? It's impossible for

us to earn that money!" Sheldon stayed back, further

dampening Emmanuel's spirit.

Emmanuel continued giving him the cold shoulder.

He knew Sheldon was saying that for his own good. But

he doesn't know how I'm feeling and why I'm doing this.

It's pointless for me to explain to him at this point.

All of a sudden, an Audi arrived at the parking lot.

As a stunning lady stepped out of her car in high heels,

all eyes were drawn to her. She was dressed in a

shimmering silver gown that revealed her long and

slender legs, and her skin was so smooth that it

resembled white poppy flowers.

Emmanuel's jaw dropped when he saw the woman.

Apart from the aura she exuded, the woman's beauty

and allure could rival Mackenzie's!

Mackenzie's sex appeal and attractive appearance

might not even hold a candle to her.

"Oh my goodness, isn't that Elena Lyle, the top hostess

of The Paradise?" Sheldon exclaimed, captivated by

her beauty. He was so taken aback that he could

hardly move.

As a man living in Yeringham, he was naturally familiar

with the legends surrounding the top hostess of The

Paradise.

It was said that she never accompanied her clients on

outings, and those who wanted to drink with her had

to pay thirty–eight thousand per hour. She was also

known for her exclusive taste in wine and would only

drink Lafite.

In other words, Elena would only befriend people who

were wealthy and influential. She was, indeed, the very

definition of a successful hostess.

Emmanuel knew nothing about Elena, but the moment

Sheldon told him she was the top hostess in the.

nightclub, he walked toward her directly.

Fro told him that Samuel would always come and look

for her, so he was confident that he could get

information about Samuel's whereabouts from her.

Emmanuel's sudden presumptuous move left Sheldon dumbfounded. Is he trying to hit on the top hostess?

What makes him think he could go after a woman who's clearly out of his league?

After standing in front of Elena to stop her from leaving,

Emmanuel greeted her, "Nice to meet you, Ms. Lyle!"

Elena knitted her brows.

If any man had interrupted her like that, she would

have ignored him or even had the bouncers throw him

out.

Nevertheless, as someone who placed great

importance on appearance, Elena was impressed with

Emmanuel's looks, physique, and calm demeanor.

She concealed her impatience. "Yes?"

"I'm working for Mr. Webber and was told to wait here

for you, Ms. Lyle!" he replied.

Sheldon was rendered speechless by Emmanuel's

audacity. If his true identity is exposed, he'll be

doomed!

Elena felt disappointed when she learned that he was

just Samuel's subordinate. Her brows creased even

more deeply. "Tell him to wait patiently in the private

room. I'll go over in an hour!"

"All right, then!" Emmanuel was pleased to hear that.

Nice! I'll be able to locate Mr. Webber if I stay with her!

After Elena left, Sheldon walked up to him. "You've got some nerve, Emmanuel! What gave you the courage to strike up a conversation with the top hostess of this

club?"

Emmanuel's boldness left Sheldon astounded.

Being able to talk to the top hostess of The Paradise

was the dream of every man in Yeringham!

Yet, Emmanuel let out a cold snort.

Elena might exude a cold and distant aura, but she was nowhere near as haughty and aloof as the missus in his house. If I had the nerve to marry McKenzie, I surely would have the courage to talk to this woman.

"Hey, where are you going?" Sheldon asked.

When Emmanuel was about to enter The Paradise, he could not help but exclaim, "Are you really going to follow Ms. Lyle's lead and scheme your way into The Paradise just to track down Mr. Webber?" The thought of Emmanuel's plan sent chills up his spine. He's just trying to get himself killed! Emmanuel hummed in acknowledgment. "Go home if you're scared. I'll take it from here!"

He strode confidently into the nightclub's lobby, not once glancing over his shoulder.

As Sheldon gazed at Emmanuel's back, he was impressed by his suave demeanor, which seemed to come naturally without any pretense!

Adrenaline coursed through Sheldon's veins as he stared after Emmanuel's retreating figure.

Removing troublemakers from the project falls under

my jurisdiction as a legal specialist in Cloud

Construction. How could I simply stand aside when

Emmanuel is ready to risk his life to solve the issue?

Emmanuel's bravery inspired Sheldon to follow suit.

The latter ran after Emmanuel while vowing through

gritted teeth, "D*mn it! I'm going to give it my all even if

I lose my life!"

When Emmanuel turned around and noticed the other

man's approach, he could not help but smile.

Emmanuel had faced life–and–death situations with

plenty of peers while serving on the front lines. Since

his return to Yeringham, Frederick had been the only

person who willingly fought alongside him. He was

pleasantly surprised to find another ally in Sheldon.

He booked a private room to prevent security from

booting them.

Now that Sheldon had decided to stay, he decided to

hire several hostesses for entertainment and asked if

Emmanuel wanted to join him.

"Go ahead. I'm heading out for a walk!"

Emmanuel rarely showed any interest in women and

left the room. He walked along the corridor in search of

Elena.

His efforts paid off. He came across Elena just as she

finished touching up her makeup. She appeared to be

meeting Samuel.

Sheldon had followed Emmanuel out of their private

room. When he noticed that the latter was trailing

Elena all the way to Samuel's room, he quickly pulled

Emmanuel back in panic.

He whispered, "Think carefully! This is your last chance!

Didn't you see the crowd inside?"

Emmanuel appeared unfazed.

Assuming he was clueless about Samuel's might,

Sheldon added, "Mr. Webber is utterly merciless. He has

several people's blood on his hands! And he has a

bunch of lackeys who are crazy–good fighters! Each

one is fiercer than the next! He'll definitely kill you if you

barge in and demand his retreat from the project

grounds!"

Sheldon thought his advice would intimidate

Emmanuel into rethinking his approach.

To his horror, Emmanuel replied expressionlessly, "The

project will surely be delayed if we don't get rid of Mr.

Webber and his men today! No one can stop me from

my goal today!"

What in the world?

Sheldon was completely nonplussed.

This man is only a lowly employee. Did he delude

himself into thinking he's Terence Group's boss or

something? He's more passionate about the fate of

this project than the real boss!

Just then, the two men suddenly heard a loud crash

coming from Samuel's room.

Huh, what happened?

They pressed their ears to the door.

The private room fell into deathly silence.

"Enough with that innocent act! People may treat you

like a goddess, but you're just a toy to Mr. Webber!"

"If you won't strip down and entertain Mr. Webber, we'll

destroy more than just your career!"

The threats filled Sheldon with fear,

Alas, Emmanuel chose that exact moment to kick open

the door and barge into the private room.

His entrance turned heads. Everyone inside Samuel's

private room froze, staring at the intruder in shock.

Sheldon's eyes bugged out. He struggled to stay

upright on his shaky legs.

"Hey, brat. Who the h*ll are you?"

Over ten buff men in the room got to their feet and

shot Emmanuel murderous glares.

They looked as though they would attack him at any

minute.

These men had served Samuel for many years, and

this was the first time they encountered someone bold

enough to barge into their private room. Alone.

They wondered if he was sick of living.

Meanwhile, Emmanuel allowed his gaze to travel

across the room. There were over ten hostesses in the

room, all scantily clad except Elena.

They had cowered silently in the corner of the room

during Elena's conflict with Samuel.

Bolstered by her reputation in the club, Elena clearly

refused to strip down and was splashed with red wine

for her audacity.

The ruby–red liquid stained her silver–colored miniskirt,

dripping down her legs.

Like the others in the room, she immediately turned to

look at Emmanuel upon his unannounced entrance.

She realized then that he was the man who had

claimed to be Samuel's subordinate earlier.

I guess he doesn't work for Mr. Webber after all.

Even as Emmanuel was clearly outnumbered in that

private room, he looked at Samuel calmly and

declared, "I'm here to see Mr. Webber. My name is

Emmanuel Lowe, and I'm Terence Group's

representative! I'm here to inform you to pull your men

out of the project grounds, which you are unlawfully

trespassing!"

His words struck everyone silent with shock.

Do workers these days have some sort of death wish?

How can he be stupid enough to barge into a

nightclub and confront the head of underground

circles to finish a job?

Everyone, including the hostesses, stared at Emmanuel

as though he was a fool.

Sheldon kept his gaze on the ground, fearing the worst.

Only Elena continued to appraise Emmanuel carefully,

seeing him in a different light. A man like that can't be

some simple character! He has both wits and courage.

Consider me charmed!

Samuel simply ordered, "Get rid of him!"

He wanted to return to his salacious entertainment

and could hardly be bothered to figure out

Emmanuel's identity. The sooner his men got rid of his

unannounced visitor, the better.

Two of his subordinates swung empty glass bottles at

Emmanuel's head while roaring, "Go to h*ll, you fool!"

Sheldon covered his eyes, too frightened to witness

Emmanuel's doom.

Clang!

The sound of glass breaking echoed through the air.

But when Sheldon peeped through the gap between

his fingers, his jaw dropped to the floor in shock, as did

everyone else in the room.

Emmanuel had reduced the glass bottles into shards

with his bare fists and sent his two attackers flying

across the room.

Blood trickled down his fists, but his eyes burned with

fiery determination. There was no hint of fear in him.

So cool!

Elena secretly sighed in admiration.

The others in the room shared her sentiments.

A second later, a couple of Samuel's men grabbed some broken wine bottles and stabbed them in Emmanuel's direction.

"Ah!" The hostesses in the private room blanched in fear. A chorus of shrieks reverberated through the room.

Once again, Emmanuel nimbly dodged their attacks. With a furious roar, he grabbed his two attackers and rammed their heads together.

Crack!

Blood instantly streamed down the dazed men's faces.

The audience grew increasingly bewildered as they

witnessed Emmanuel's vicious counterattack.

They had sorely underestimated him. He was no fool;

in fact, he was probably the most merciless character

in the room.

At the same time, Mackenzie finally dialed Emmanuel's

phone from the safety of Yociam Residence.

She wanted to know what was happening at The

Paradise.

Alas, despite her incessant calls, no one answered the

phone.

She muttered to herself, "They can't have beaten him

to death, right?"

Mackenzie set her phone aside, a conflicted expression

on her face. It was impossible to decipher her feelings.

Once he's dead, I regain my freedom! So why am I

feeling so uneasy over the prospect of his death?

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Mackenzie jumped, startled by the sudden noise.

Something akin to relief flitted across her cool

expression. Is he back?

She opened the door only to see her grandfather

standing outside.

Terence huffed, "Mackenzie! Where's Emmanuel? How

could you send him to handle this matter?"

He had rushed over in a panic, anxious to confirm what

he had heard over their phone call earlier.

As the chairman of Terence Group, he had heard his

fair share of horror stories about Samuel Webber. Even

the Quillen family dared not confront Samuel directly.

Mackenzie replied, "He went to The Paradise. He said

he'll fix the issue for me."

"What?"

Her explanation infuriated Terence, who demanded,

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"Send someone to bring him home! He's your husband,

for goodness sake! I'll never forgive you if he ends up

dead! Don't forget this. The Quillen family is known for

its loyalty. Never has a Quillen woman remarried!"

Mackenzie scrunched her brows slightly as disbelief

gradually colored her features.

Terence had always doted on her and never spoke to

her as harshly as he did that day. Now, he even

claimed he would never forgive her if a man he had

only met several times died.

Does he seriously expect me to remain a widow for the

rest of my life if Emmanuel dies?

Despite her fury, her grandfather had put down his

foot, leaving her no choice. She put on a coat and left

frosty expression into something warmer.

He had better not die!