Chapter 86


    Mackenzie called Beatrix to have dinner together that night.


    To put it more urately, it was for a drink rather than dinner.


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    The establishment they were at was one of the Quillen family’s


    businesses. They used to frequent the ce for dinner, but it was their first


    since Mackenzie had gotten married.


    “Is there something on your mind, Mackenzie? Why are you drinking so


    much?”


    Beatrix didn’t notice something was going on with Mackenzie at first


    because thetter was good at hiding her feelings and thoughts.


    In other words, Mackenzie never let anything bother her.


    After she gulped down the eighth ss of alcohol that night, Beatrix finally


    realized something was wrong and that Mackenzie was trying to get


    herself drunk.


    “I’m fine. It’s just the cold weather. I’m having some alcohol to fend off the


    chills,” Mackenzie exined.


    This is a problem and a big one at that!


    Beatrix knew Mackenzie never cared to exin anything. Thus when


    Mackenzie intentionally found an excuse to have alcohol, it simply proved


    she was instinctively trying to y it off.


    “Mackenzie, did Emmanuel do something bad again?”


    Beatrix didn’t dare to imply that Emmanuel could bully Mackenzie. After all,


    no living creature on the could harass her cousin.


    “Hmph! When has he ever done anything good?” Mackenzie spat coldly.


    The Emmanuel she knew was an idiot. He would be troubled over a bit of


    money and never realized who was the one on his side helping him. He


    didn’t even know who she was and kept talking back to her.


    “Now, that’s where you’re wrong, Mackenzie.”


    Beatrix objected, “He dealt with the thugs at the project site and settled the logo issue. He even saved


    you once. I think he’s pretty awesome!”


    Mackenzie was stunned as Beatrix listed down everything Emmanuel had


    done.


    Actually, she didn’t know why she had a stuffy feeling in her chest for the


    whole night. Comprehension finally dawned upon her when Beatrix


    pointed it out.


    Am I feeling like this because of that idiot’s words? No way! How is that


    possible? I’m Mackenzie Quillen! I don’t get upset over some man’s words.


    “Whatever! Let’s not talk about that idiot anymore! Drink!”


    Mackenzie forced Beatrix to down another ss of liquor.


    Being the sharp-witted person she was, Beatrix secretly emptied the


    contents onto the floor after clinking sses.


    Mackenzie noticed Beatrix’s action but didn’t expose her. She didn’t care


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    whether Beatrix actually drank with her. She just wanted somepany


    that night.


    Beatrix finally helped a drunken Mackenzie leave the building around ten


    at night.


    Unlike before, they ended up in different vehicles.


    Mackenzie had a thing for controlling everything around her ever since


    she was young, but her marriage with Emmanuel was out of her hands.


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    She couldn’t return to the Quillen residence, and if she didn’t want to head


    back to Yociam Residence, she would need to find a ce to crash that


    night.


    “Where should we head to, Ms. Quillen?” the driver asked.


    A car with eight professional bodyguards trailed after them.


    Mackenzie reclined against the backseat as if she had fallen asleep. After


    a long silence, she finally uttered, “Go home.”


    “Yes, Ms. Quillen.”


    The driver drove her back to Yociam Residence.


    Mackenzie’s lips curved into a bitter smile at the sight. This is my home


    now. A ce that restrains me.


    “Do you need me to help you up, Ms. Quillen?”


    The driver offered his help when he noted Mackenzie couldn’t walk in a


    straight line, but he didn’t dare to touch her without her permission.


    “No, I’m fine. You guys can leave for the night.”


    “Yes, Ms. Quillen.”


    Once the driver and bodyguards left, she pressed the elevator call button


    and staggered into it when the doors slid open.


    A stabbing pain struck her belly when the elevator reached the


    seventeenth floor. The world spun when she lowered her head, and she


    nearly didn’t make it out of the elevator.


    At longst, she reached the front door of her unit with much difficulty but


    couldn’t get her keys into the lock.


    “D*mn it!”


    Mackenzie held her belly as another wave of pain hit her. She knew it was


    because of the overwhelming amount of alcohol she consumed that


    night.


    She wanted to call for Emmanuel but felt it was too humiliating.


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    After all, she had never done something like that.