Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 129

Abruptly, Beatrix leaped, frightening Emmanuel.

In the next moment, she grabbed his hand and smiled at Elizabeth. “Let

me introduce you to Mr. Emmanuel Lowe! He’s my escort tonight.”

Emmanuel and Elizabeth were astonished.

What’s this situation? Elizabeth was confounded. Beatrix should know

Jonathan likes her, yet she intentionally asked a handsome man to pick

her up! She’s clearly trying to stir up trouble!

”

The moment Jonathan noticed Emmanuel was speaking to Beatrix, he

speedily approached her with his buddies.

Elizabeth was a tad fearful upon spotting Jonathan striding toward them

fiercely. Emmanuel may be handsome, but he can’t win against a wealthy

individual in this materialistic society!

Before Jonathan could speak, his buddy, whose head was covered in hair

wax, glanced at the brand of Emmanuel’s clothing. Then, he threatened

with contempt, “The most important quality a person should possess is

self–awareness. If you wish to acquaint yourself with someone in high

places, you need to be capable of it first. Otherwise, you’ll get unlucky

easily.” So what if this man can wear his cheap clothing well? Our leather

shoes are still worth more than everything on his body. He can act cool,

but he can’t pretend to be rich!

The surrounding youngsters loved to watch any drama unfold, so they

promptly gathered around Emmanuel.

Plenty of men commented on him. While they were jealous of his

impressive figure, they thought he wasn’t a good match for Beatrix.

Emmanuel wasn’t angry, but he wasn’t a doormat either. Swiftly, he acted

like a foolish jester. “In high places? I don’t think the sixth floor is that high. I

barely broke a sweat reaching here. Are you so physically weak that you

think the sixth floor is a high place to reach by stairs? Tsk, tsk. Youngsters

should exercise

especially

look

one, but he

hair–wax dude was humiliated by

call me weak! I’ll have you know I can-”

everyone was staring at

“Tsk, are you an idiot? Do you think a loser

be Ms. Beatrix’s escort? You

to Beatrix. “Is there a standard

of status and wealth to be

stark contrast with

man.

as well. So that’s the charm

looks like an ill–mannered child

him!

grinned. “The only standards I have are for height and looks.

3/8

someone at least one hundred and eighty centimeters tall,

you achieved.”

turned to Jonathan, who winced because

wasn’t that tall.

Jonathan’s lips twitched as he cursed his

his mind.

case, he’s definitely

quality of modern education must’ve dropped, considering

this kind of

laughed again, enraging the hair–wax

he could do anything, Jonathan kicked him away.

point every time he opened his mouth, but

I want him

to the

comes from. Don’t you know who Ms.

cost years of your salary! If I were you,

a hole and buried

myself here!”

5/8

words, plenty of people

pointless as long as he’s on a different

would’ve felt ashamed

were in his shoes!

he was never

between social

he argued, “Why should I? I never felt ashamed for being poor, and

soldier, I’ve been living my life with my head held

the battlefield, protecting my

is minor, I’ve

tall and with pride, no matter

bewildered the crowd

a scion who only knew how to flaunt

a truly

for brave soldiers guarding the border like him, the

families wouldn’t have had a

“Well said!” Beatrix applauded.

Elizabeth, too.

in the crowd

wasn’t planning to argue with Jonathan, but he failed