Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 440

Half of the Dahlen Family’s Fortune

“Got it!” The servants immediately stepped forward and heaved Daniel up to bring him to the backyard. “No! Mr. Dahlen! Wait! My dad is bringing more men over! If he comes and finds out that my leg is broken, he won’t agree to treat your daughter!” Daniel used his legs to stop himself from being dragged away as he spoke to Maxwell in a flustered tone.

“Your father? Hah! I’m breaking your leg as compensation for what you’ve done to my daughter. I would do the same thing even if your father was here to witness it!” Maxwell knitted his brows in anger. “What are you guys still doing here? Bring him out!” he barked.

“No! No!” Daniel thrashed his limbs around, and another two servants ran over to help when the first two servants couldn’t tackle him on their own. It took four of them to keep him under control. Maxwell changed his orders when he saw how uncooperative Daniel was. “You guys can break his leg here!”

“Alright!” One of the servants already had a bat in his hand, and he stepped forward before raising the heavy bat up into the air. He was just about to swing the bat when one of the maids hurried into the room. “Elise has brought her people over, Mr. Dahlen!”

“You guys can leave him for now,” he ordered as he returned to his seat on the couch. “Bring them in,” he told

before tidying his hair and shirt. Then, he stood in a corner with his gaze

didn’t respond to him and simply shot a glance at Claude. Claude nodded before he walked over with a cocky expression on his face. “Watch your words. Your busybody daughter wouldn’t have ended up in this situation if

my daughter?!” Maxwell narrowed his eyes as he glared at Claude, with the aura and power of the head of a family. “I’d recommend you not to mess around here. After seeing what the

daughter? At that thought, Maxwell dropped the harsh attitude that he had just moments

wanted to save your daughter,” Elise muttered as she crossed her arms in

had made a terrible mistake. “I’m sorry, Miss Sinclair. I was being foolish! I hope a kind soul like you will be able to forgive my shortcomings! Please cure my daughter of her suffering—I promise I’ll always be thankful to you!”

intentions wouldn’t be pure if I were

thank Elise when he heard her speak once more. “Unfortunately, I’m not as kind of a person as I would like to be. For the sake of Alexander, I initially planned on asking for a tiny reward