Love At The Wrong Table

It wasn’t until she called out to Emmanuel for a long time that the sounds of

movements came from her surroundings.

Mackenzie stopped at once, but very quickly, she furrowed her brows, for it

didn’t sound like two people, and definitely not like the rescue team.

“Emmanuel, is that you?” she called out softly.

However, she received no response. If anything, the footsteps became even Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

quieter!

An assassin? Mackenzie quickly felt an impending doom.

Since embarking on the journey, she knew this was the Verkade brothers‘

trap. However, she still came because she didn’t want Emmanuel and

Claudette to be together, and she couldn’t resist her grandfather’s pressure

either.

Now, in order to save Emmanuel, she had finally fallen into the man’s

carefully arranged trap.

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She didn’t think someone as simple–minded as Hubert would plan a

follow–up attack. This was more likely Gautier’s setup.

Hence, Mackenzie was even more nervous now.

Whoosh!

A dark figure approached her, but when she glanced over, it had already

disappeared into the night.

“Come on out! Don’t hide anymore. I’m right here!” Mackenzie said icily into

the night, her usually gentle eyes now incredibly piercing.

She grew up learning martial arts precisely to be able to protect herself in

moments like this.

However, there was nothing but dead silence in the night, as if she were the

only one in the vast darkness.

She knew someone was there, and they were close by. However, she couldn’t

pinpoint their location accurately. The uneasiness made her increasingly

nervous.

A ninja! The assassin is a ninja!

As the heir of the Quillen family, she grew up seeing almost all the world

could offer. Hence, she had a good understanding of ninjas. In fact, she was

well aware that some of the best international assassins were elite ninjas.

She just hoped that this assassination wasn’t one of them, or she would

certainly be dead meat there and then.

There was nothing but silence there. Even the sound of a gentle breeze felt

jarring.

Just then, the sound of a blade being swung ripped through the air, sending

shivers down Mackenzie’s spine.

As soon as she leaped backward, a silver gleam landed exactly where she

had been standing a second ago, and her hair, along with the weeds beside

her, was neatly sliced!

Mackenzie broke out in a cold sweat, petrified.

Despite being well–versed in martial arts, she was still no match for a skilled

opponent like this guy.

“Emmanuel, you idiot! Come save me!”

In the moment of crisis, all she could think of was her husband, who had once

saved her. Unfortunately, there was no one around except for herself out

there.

The assassin’s attack was avoided, and they immediately disappeared into

the darkness.

Mackenzie had completely lost track of the assassin, feeling as if the sword of

death was hanging over her head. The next move from her assailant would

leave her with no chance to dodge.

“Die, woman!” A chilling voice rang out in the night.

Despite it being a different language, Mackenzie was multilingual. Hence, she

understood him perfectly.

Of course, the assassin was merciless and had not a sliver of sympathy for

Mackenzie. His job was to kill regardless of how beautiful his victim was.

Shoot! When Mackenzie came around, the dagger was already approaching

her, and at breakneck speed. It was aiming to sever her fair, slender neck.