Love at the Wrong Table novel Chapter 802

Chapter 802

Gautier smiled wryly, unsure how to respond. But then he suddenly realized

something.

The young man before him, one of Zovince’s Four Geniuses, indeed

possessed exceptional tolerance. Perhaps this was the right way to seek

talents.

In the past, Gautier had encountered some experts who were arrogant and

condescending. No matter how much he offered, they were unwilling to work

for him.

Seeing this this day, he had an idea of how to attract true talents in the

future.

“D*mn it, how dare you repeat it?! I still haven’t come after you for that last

time!” With one stride, Blake appeared in front of Magnus like a phantom,

grabbing his collar. “You nearly had me personally kill my own son!”

Magnus blinked innocently, smiling. “I didn’t know he was your son. How can

you blame me for your active breeding?”

Livid, Blake let go of Magnus’ collar and pulled at his own hair in frustration.

“Why am I so f*cking level-headed? I’d be able to f*cking beat you up if I’m

not!”

Magnus pushed his glasses frame, patted Blake’s shoulder with a smile, and

said, “This is fate. The child’s alive, is he not? You, on the other hand, should be

careful of being spent by that woman!”

Blake immediately tucked away all his expressions and looked astonishingly

at Magnus. “How do you know?”

“How could I not?” Magnus chuckled. “You went out suddenly last night and

only came back this morning. Plus, you’re indifferent to these fresh chicks in

front of you. It’s obvious you had a wild night with that woman, and now

you’re empty inside!”

“Haha, you’re surprisingly accurate about these trivial matters!”

Blake praised Magnus for once and admitted openly, “You’re right. Abellyn

Blake, too, was astonished and asked, “Why are you so eager to help me pick

up girls this time, Magnus? I feel like you have ulterior motives!”

“You think I have ulterior motives even when I give you money? Give it back to

me then!” Magnus laughed.

“No way!” Blake quickly turned around, protecting his phone, afraid Magnus

would snatch the money back.

Of course, Magnus couldn’t do that. He simply patted Blake’s shoulder again

and said with an ambiguous smile. “You’re considered relatives of Emmanuel

Lowe. Then again, you better not hesitate when you need to take action!”

“Relatives, my *ss!”

Blake grinned, showing his yellow teeth. “His cousin and my son have no

blood relations at all, making Lowe and I complete strangers.”

“That’s good!” Magnus turned serious. “Well, you better tame Abellyn

Sheppard well. I think she will be useful one day.”