Chapter 200
“Haha, since we’ve bumped into each other tonight, we’ve got to have a drink
together!”
As though kidnapping Emmanuel, Quintus enthusiastically grabbed hold of
the man and refused to let him go.
Emmanuel declined several times, but Quintus remained adamant. Having
no other choice, he could only sh Quintus a wry smile and remark, “I’ve got
to ask my wife first.”
“Whoa! You seem pretty powerful, yet you’re a henpecked husband? Can’t
you even handle a weak woman when you’re a man?” Quintus mocked.
Chuckling, Emmanuel exined, “My wife is only keeping a tight leash on me
now because I had been in three fights in the span of a month.”
“Haha, how ironic, buddy! You can wipe the floor with men, yet you can’t do
anything about a mere woman?” Quintus teased him incessantly.
Ignorant about his situation, Emmanuel did not bother gainsaying him.
Shortly after, Mackenzie received a text from Emmanuel.
Upon learning that he had been strong–armed by Quintus into having a drink.
together, she was entirely speechless.
Good Lord! Quintus couldn’t get me to go for a drink with him, so he nabbed
my
husband instead!
She texted back: Be home by eleven o’clock.
She did not restrict Emmanuel’s freedom, but that was her stiption.
Emmanuel nced at the time. It’s just nine o’clock now, and there are two
hours more. I can have a drink with Quintus.
After deciding on the venue, the two men drove to Nightfall Bar.
It was a high–end nightclub in Yeringham. Although the atmosphere in the
establishment was explosive, everything was orderly, unlike the chaotic
ambiance at The Paradise.
Emmanuel followed Quintus to the door of a private room. At once, a man in
a suit and leather shoes walked up to them from the opposite direction.
It was none other than Zane.
“I’ve reserved a private room for you long ago, Mr. Lenoir. But why did you
bring a man over?”
It was only natural that he was surprised, for Quintus had repeatedly said
that he would be bringing Mackenzie over.
He had thought that the man intended to get her sloshed, thus hoping for a
glimpse of her beauty, but the person who came had turned into a man
instead.
“Hey, I’ve naturally got to go for some masculinepany when ites to
drinking. Let’s not talk about women tonight!”
“Understood, Mr. Lenoir. Please excuse me, then.”
There was a two–fold purpose in Zane visiting the bar that night.
Firstly, it was to help Quintus reserve a private room.
Secondly, it was because two women from his hometown asked him out for
a drink through various channels. Thus, he agreed to meet them at the bar.
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This reason was actually his main motivation.
He had heard that the sisters were exceedingly seductive. Since they offered
themselves up to him on a silver tter, he nned to bed them there after
drinking. In other words, he would be killing two birds with one stone.
When he walked past Emmanuel, he greeted thetter politely, seeing that
the man was Quintus‘ friend.
In return, Emmanuel inclined his head at Zane.
Just as he was about to enter the private room, he caught sight of two
familiar figures stepping into the lobby downstairs out of the corner of his
eye.
Isn’t that Chloe and Abellyn? What are they doing herete at night?
A sense of foreboding swamped him, especially when the two women were
dressed sexily. Abellyn was even wearing ck shorts, her form–fitting shirt
so tight that her breasts were in danger of spilling out.
Does Ryder know that his wife is patronizing such a cete at night?
“What are you looking at, buddy? Come in and have a drink! If you want to
have a bar hostess forpany, just say the word!”
Quintus draped an arm over Emmanuel’s shoulder, mistakenly assuming that
thetter wanted to have femininepany.
“I merely saw an acquaintance, Quintus. Also, I’m married. I don’t mind having a drink and chatting