Love At The Wrong Table Chapter 1201-What Sort of Man Did I Marry?

“Alright!” Emmanuel smiled knowingly and started the car.

Finally, Ashton cautiously walked out of the restaurant, muttering to herself, “Looks like something big is going to happen with this couple tonight.” After a moment of consideration, she quickly got into her car and contacted the police station. She paid no mind to her still weak body, feeling that the opportunity to repay Emmanuel for saving his life might be approaching.

After approximately half an hour, Emmanuel drove onto the national highway with a fork road at the end of it, a smooth drive all the way.

Just as Mackenzie was still contemplating which route Emmanuel should take, Emmanuel’s phone rang.

“Hello, Grandpa!” Emmanuel answered on speaker, making it convenient for Mackenzie to listen in.

“Emmanuel, where are you? Wally just said you don’t need their escort home.” “Grandpa, I’m currently taking Mackenzie home! Don’t worry!” “What? Where are you? I’ll immediately arrange a team of professional bodyguards to meet you!” Terence’s tone was quite worried. After all, the Holy Fire organization was an international organization with a notorious reputation, and many big families feared it. Of course, the Quillen family couldn’t compare to the Holy Fire organization, but Yeringham was their turf. They had home turf advantage, so Terence wasn’t completely afraid of them.