Mistaken Match Marrying the Enigmatic CEO

Chapter 62



People were lavishing praise and compliments on

them the entire evening, so much so that Milani was

puffed up with pride.

She would glance at Emmanuel from time to time. I

guess he’s aware of the gap in our status now.

According to her plan, Emmanuel should be feeling

inferior and leave the scene at that point.

However, he remained indifferent and emotionless. He

was neither angry nor had he ever thought of trying to

curry favor with her.

Milani began to lose her cool.

Fine. Since you have no shame, don’t blame me for

humiliating you!

Rage took over her as she secretly gave the waiter

certain instructions.

The heat was then turned up.

The Zimmerman family’s relatives and Darren were

served gourmet food and fine wine, while all

Emmanuel and his family got was some peasant food.

Unable to tolerate it anymore, Roselynn was about to

pound the table in anger when, to her surprise,

Emmanuel acted first and questioned Milani, “What the

hell is this?”

The seating arrangement could be regarded as a

coincidence. He also could not control it when Milani

and Darren wanted to show off their superiority.

However, Milani was obviously humiliating him and his

family in public by doing so.

As a man of the Lowe family, he would never allow

anyone to bully his mother and sister.

“What do you mean? I don’t understand.”

The fact that Emmanuel had lost it brought a

complacent sneer to Milani’s face.

Jacob burst into laughter unceremoniously.

“Emmanuel, your annual salary is only eighty

thousand, and you also have a low household income.

I don’t think your family is used to having great food, so

Milani specifically asked them to prepare this for you.

How is it? Isn’t she considerate?”

Clenching his fists, Emmanuel was about to retort

when he received a text on his phone.

He glanced at the notification on the phone screen

and his expression changed drastically.

“You’ve gone too far!” Roselynn, who saw that

Emmanuel was occupied, rose to her feet and

pounded the table. Pointing at Milani, she snapped,

“That’s enough, Milani! Do you really think you are so

capable?”

“My capability has just been recognized by my

relatives and friends. Do you still have any doubts?”

Milani crossed her arms in a cocky manner.

She wanted to humiliate Emmanuel that night to vent

her frustration accumulated because of him in the

past few days. The angrier Emmanuel and his family

were, the happier she was.

“Milani, you’re in big trouble! Something went wrong

with the project you’re working on!” Emmanuel

suddenly said angrily through his gritted teeth.

Milani snorted, thinking that he was trying to scare her,

and decided not to fall for it.

When she was about to continue blowing her own

trumpet, her phone rang.

A glance at the caller’s name forced her to stop

putting on an act as her attitude and voice changed.

“Mr. Zackas, is everything okay?”

“No! Where are you now?” Walter sounded sullen.

Milani finally sensed that something was wrong and

her heart sank. Could it be that Emmanuel, the b*stard,

was not making up things to scare me a moment ago?

He was telling the truth, wasn’t he?

“M–Mr. Zackas, I’m having dinner now,” replied Milani

with a smile, not daring to let him know that it was a

celebration party.

“Then stop eating! You should contact Mr. Lowe now!”

Walter’s voice was filled with anxiety and anger.

“Huh? Contact him?”

Surprised, Milani suddenly looked at Emmanuel.

Upon seeing that scene, the others also fell silent and

looked at each other in puzzlement.

Jacob even had a hunch that something was wrong.

There won’t be a sudden reversal of the situation after

Milani has her ego inflated for so long tonight, right?

“The copy of the logo you gave to the engineering

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department is wrong! Hurry up and get it sorted out

with Mr. Lowe!”

“What?”

The color instantly drained from Milani’s face as soon

as she heard Walter’s words.


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