Chapter 165

Chapter 165 “Don’t be so polite all the time, can you?”  Mackenzie liked how Emmanuel would courteously express his gratitude, but at the same time, she also felt a little irked over how cautious and rigid he was. “As I said, a couple is bound together for good and for bad. What concerns you concerns me too!” she remarked. Wow. How nicely said. What concerns me concerns her too? Touched, Emmanuel smiled and claimed, “Ms. Quillen, all of a sudden, I no longer wish to divorce you. It would be great if you can remain my wife forever.” He had thought Mackenzie would reprimand him for indulging in the fantasy  of being with her. Surprisingly, she muttered, “That’ll depend on your performance, you fool.” “Huh? What did you just say, Ms. Quillen?”  Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰind_ηovel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. She was too soft, so Emmanuel did not hear her well. “I said you’re a fool! Is this the right time to talk about such things? Let’s go!”  “Okay!” Emmanuel could only nod his head and swiftly catch up to Mackenzie. Soon, the two arrived before a two–story–high standalone self–built house. On the first floor hung a large signboard that wrote: Chameleon Studio. It had been a while since Emmanuel last visited Greendale Village. Hence, he did not know when someone started an IT studio there. “Ms. Quillen, what if there’s no one around at this timing?” “You fool!” Mackenzie snapped. “Those articles that were badmouthing you online are all uploaded at night. Do you think there won’t be anyone inside now? Hurry up and knock on the door!” “Understood!”  Emmanuel nodded and knocked the door hard. Sure enough, someone came to open the door shortly after. “Who are you? What do you want?”  The one who opened the door was a plump man. He looked like a homebody and was reeking of a foul smell from head to toe. As much as Mackenzie was wearing a mask, she still could not stand the stench and had to cover her nose up. “Yenyl Zerway, so it’s you?” Emmanuel removed his mask at once, not bothering to keep his disguise on any longer. He recognized Yenyl. Isn’t this fatso one of Jamison’s friends? I can’t believe someone like him is capable of starting a studio! “It’s you?”  Even though Yenyl was good with computers, he only had an average mental fortitude. Upon seeing Emmanuel, he immediately shut the door and locked it tightly, almost as if he was feeling guilty. At that, Emmanuel and Mackenzie exchanged a look. They were amused at how Yenyl gave himself away just like that. It was clear he was the one who helped Jamison spread those scandals online. “Yenyl, don’t blame me for showing no mercy if you refuse to open the door!” yelled Emmanuel before he cut to the chase. “You can call the cops now. But once the cops get to the bottom of how you deliberately spread baseless rumors to defame me, you won’t be able to escape legal punishment!” Having visited Greendale Village several times, Emmanuel more or less knew about Yenyl’s character–he was big–sized but barely had any guts. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. I bet he’s just like Jamison, only picking on the weak and fearing the strong. He wouldn’t be bold enough to put up a fight against a toughie, so I must intimidate him first. Recognizing the lack of response from inside, Emmanuel pushed the iron door upward, then pulled it strenuously. Following a dull thud, the iron door was forcefully pried open! What’s going on? Mackenzie had been watching from aside. Right then, her eyes went wide in disbelief. Is this man a monster? Or is it that this iron door is only for show? A sudden thought crossed her mind. Wouldn’t it be unsafe for me to sleep at night even if I locked my door? What if he suddenly gets lustful? A mere room door can’t stop him from pouncing on me! “Ms. Quillen, let’s head inside!” Not knowing what was going through Mackenzie’s mind, Emmanuel whipped his head around and urged her to head inside. Mackenzie was a capable CEO, after all. She swiftly controlled her expression and headed into the studio following a cold snort.