Chapter 137


    The next moment, Emmanuel emerged from the situation unharmed.


    “H–How…”


    Beatrix was in disbelief as she looked at Emmanuel and then at Mackenzie.


    She didn’t want Mackenzie to think she was ying a prank or lying to her.


    “Step back!” Mackenzie quicklymanded the bodyguards as she still had


    to pretend to be poor.


    Taking advantage of Emmanuel’s obliviousness, Mackenzie made her way


    toward him.


    Beatrix decided not to disturb Mackenzie and her husband any further. She


    swiftly retreated from the scene along with the bodyguards.


    As Emmanuel lifted his gaze, he caught sight of Beatrix and the twelve skilled


    bodyguards. Yet, he didn’t link them to Mackenzie. He presumed they were


    dispatched by Beatrix herself to rescue him.


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    Next, he shifted his attention to his wife.


    “Why are you here, Ms. Quillen?”


    “You idiot! Are you trying to be heroic again?” Mackenzie scolded, her eyes


    filled with concern.


    “I’ve actually been holding back for a while, but Ms. Beatrix is my boss. How


    can I stand by and do nothing?” Emmanuel exined while scratching his


    head. He felt apologetic for causing his wife to worry and go through the


    trouble ofing to check on him.


    “Let’s talk when we reach home!” Mackenzie grabbed his sleeve in frustration


    and pulled him along.


    Beatrix, who had observing from afar, found it incredibly hard to believe that


    Mackenzie, known for her cold demeanor and aversion to physical contact,


    was now willingly holding a man’s hand.


    Even though it was just the act of holding his sleeve, it signified a remarkable


    breakthrough nheless.


    “Ms. Thompson,” a group of burly men from the Sky Wolf Society called out in


    unison outside the hotel.


    Ignoring her subordinates, Eve walked out of the hotel and fixed her gaze on


    the departing couple.


    What a beauty! He certainly has excellent taste!


    Eve couldn’t help but mock herself. She swiftly put on sunsses,


    reestablishing her unapproachable aura, and waved her hand to signal her


    entourage to leave.


    On the way back home, Mackenzie remained silent until they were inside and


    the door was closed.


    “From now on, you are not allowed to go out at night. You always end up in


    trouble! Are you some violent maniac who needs to get into fights every time


    you step out?”


    They had been married for less than a month, and he had already gotten


    into three fights.


    Faced with Mackenzie’s intense interrogation, Emmanuel refrained from


    arguing and instead wore a look of mild surprise.


    “I didn’t know you care about me so much, Ms. Quillen.”


    Mackenzie trembled slightly, and her expression turned solemn. “What are


    you talking about? Don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m just afraid that one day


    you’ll end up getting beaten to death, and I’ll be widowed. It would be


    troublesome to deal with a divorce at that point.”


    “I see,” the man responded, well aware that being widowed did not require


    going through a divorce procedure. Nevertheless, he made a solemn


    promise. “In that case, Ms. Quillen, I assure you I won’t let anyone beat me to


    death before the divorce.”


    “You…” Truly exasperated by the stubborn fool, she decided to disy her


    assertive CEO aura. “Anyway, from now on, you’re not allowed to go out at


    night without my permission. Is that understood?”


    “Ms. Quillen, I obtained your permission to go out tonight,” Emmanuel replied


    earnestly.


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    Fine, I can’t be bothered to argue with this idiot any longer. I’m going back to


    my room to sleep.


    So what if he’s beaten to death? It’s none of my business.


    Why did I bother to save him tonight?


    Mackenzie quickly justified her actions. I wasn’t going to save him. I was going


    to save Beatrix!