Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 466

He’s Elise’s Lackey

Elise kept sending text messages on her cell phone on their way home.

Jealous, Alexander asked, “Who are you texting? You’re replying to the messages so quickly.”

“A wine lover who loves drinking more than everything else. He certainly won’t let this bottle of Romanée-Conti slip through his fingers,” Elise replied. As she spoke, she took a selfie with the bottle of Romanée-Conti in her arms. Then, she opened the chat window on WhatsApp and sent the picture.

When Alexander caught sight of the scene from the corner of his eye, he couldn’t help stepping on the gas even harder. So far, Elise has never done anything intimate to me like sending me selfies. Who’s the one she’s texting, and why do they deserve such treatment? Could it be her grandparents? No, their state of health wouldn’t allow them to drink too much alcohol. Nor could it be the Andersons, who are now in a state of utter confusion. It couldn’t be Elise’s classmates, either. They’re all ladies, so whether they drink alcohol or not is questionable, and besides, they can’t tell good wine from bad, he thought. As he was too absorbed in thought, he unconsciously blurted out what he was thinking. “Who could it be…”

Then, in a moment of inattention, he accidentally rear-ended the car in front of him.

Tacitly, both drivers pulled over to the side of the road to avoid blocking traffic on the road.

“Are you alright?” Alexander hurriedly checked on Elise’s condition. After making certain that she was unscathed, he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. Then, he walked around his car to the rear end of the other car. However, when he saw the female driver who was checking on the damage done to her car, his bushy eyebrows furrowed. “Maya?”

Maya looked up at him with mixed emotions flickering across her eyes. “It’s you? Well, never mind.” She kicked the car’s rear bumper. “Just go ahead with your business. You don’t have to take responsibility for this.” Having been reduced to a nobody at present, she could no longer be of any help to Alexander, nor was she good enough for him. On top of that, she didn’t want him to see her at the lowest point in her life.

coma and was lying in the hospital. In order to pay his medical expenses, Maya sold everything she could. Having parted with her luxury cosmetics, designer clothing, and luxury handbags, she now wore a shirt and a pair of jeans—the simplest and most convenient sort of clothing. As a result, she no longer looked like the daughter of

honestly didn’t recognize Maya

the car and walked up to them. “How is

card and handed it to Maya. “Here. The money in it should be enough

back your money,” Maya said stubbornly, before biting her lower lip

ten years—looked, but she had no other option. Everything that belonged to the Dahlens had been taken away, except for this car, which she and her family could keep on using because it was registered under her deceased grandfather’s name. She couldn’t be left without the car. She had to go back and forth between her recently rented home—where she had to

it weren’t for the man named Nathan York, she would still be a little princess living the life of luxury, and her father, who loved her more than

voice at once upon

mistaken me for someone else.” Then, after casting a sidelong glance at Elise, she resolutely took the bank card in Alexander’s hand. “I’ll keep the money, so let’s drop the matter. I won’t be bothering you two anymore. Alright, you may leave now.” The Dahlens

a luxury car pulled up behind Elise. Getting out of the car, Nathan strode up to the couple with his long

into the down-and-out woman I currently am! It was him who caused suffering to both the Dahlens and my father, who loves me more than anyone else does! The Dahlen Family’s ruined, yet this guy’s still alive and well like he’s

but could you pay attention to your identity and protect yourself, hmm?” Then, he turned to look

look at him. “That’s none of your business. Why don’t you mind your own business

of my business’?” Nathan replied. Then, he continued as if it were a matter of

he said sounds

at the three, her eyes widening in anger as her fingernails almost dug into her flesh. Turns out he’s Elise’s lackey, huh? So it was Elise who gave the orders. She was the culprit behind everything; it was her, this b*tch, who drove me into