Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 667-Alexander and Elise dressed up to attend the cocktail party two days later. As it was a private party and not opened to the media, it didn’t receive such huge publicity, and the guests could enter the manor and look around at will after checking in at the entrance.

Regardless of the type of collector, they all had a certain amount of capital in their hands.

Judging from the manor and villa details, Elise could tell that Jonas’s net worth was not lower than the Griffiths in their heyday, but he had always been low-key and was never interested in the rankings of the rich. Hence, nobody knew how many assets he had under his name.

Holding Elise’s hand, Alexander followed the trail of the other guests. Finally, after they grabbed their own glass of champagne, they reached the gallery where the paintings of various famous artists were displayed.

The paintings were encased in glass on a special shelf, and every painting had unique security equipment, which made it convenient for guests to admire the painting while preventing theft.

However, there was an obvious flaw with it; once someone broke the glass, the painting inside would be easily damaged.

Elise stopped in front of the drawing, ‘Ink Peonies’, then looked at the other paintings around it and realized they were masterpieces by renowned painters from the last century or famous pieces from post-modern geniuses. For her first painting to be on display here, it could be considered as a very high valuation of her work.

“Do you like it?”Alexander was already thinking of ways to persuade Jonas to let him have the painting when he saw the smile on her face.

Elise shook her head with a smile. “I can’t see why this painting is so great. It’s better to just keep it for people who understand it to admire it.”

Just then, a girl in a ball gown stepped out from behind her with her head tilted to the side. After she had taken a good look at Elise’s face, she beamed in excitement. “It’s really you, Miss Beautiful!”

“You are…” Elise trailed off in confusion.

“It’s me!” She flashed Elise a captivating smile that showed off her white teeth and adorable little canines. “Do you still remember that someone was chasing you in the mall, and I was the one who helped you to escape?”

As the memories flooded back to her, Elise pointed a finger and asked tentatively, “You’re the girl at the barbeque restaurant?”

appeared a little embarrassed as she tucked away her fringe

friends really busy?”

head, pursed her lips, and said, “After I dropped out of school, I lost contact with my classmates and friends, and there’s no one I can ask

for her,

decided to let them have some time alone. “I saw a few people I know, so I’m going over to say hi. Both of you have a good chat,”

Stephanie, and you’re Elise, aren’t you? Elise Sinclair, I’ve watched your variety show, and I couldn’t even recognize you when you dressed up like that the other day. I’m so sorry

Then, Stephanie continued cautiously, “Miss Sinclair, may I add you on

owed her a favor, so she didn’t turn her down and added her contact after taking out her smartphone. Then, they started

an art student, and she majored in oil painting, with a liking for Western culture. Just like Elise, she was

finished their champagne, and Stephanie stopped a waiter close to them. Then, with Elise’s glass in her hand, she went over to him and

and Stephanie

as everyone knew, there were always pretty girls in the art field, so Stephanie had always

title of ‘National Goddess’ from her—a title which she coveted so much, and a sense of danger started to build up aggressively within her when she saw the both

looked around from a distance for a while, and while there were many people everywhere, she slowly moved closer to them. Then, when she passed by Stephanie,

forward as she was caught off guard

had quick reflexes and held her steady, Stephanie still bumped into the display case in front of her. When she regained her balance again, the ‘Ink Peonies’ had fallen as well, and the glass case was shattered into pieces with a few sharp shards of glass cutting through the

alright?” All Elise was concerned about was whether Stephanie had sprained

head in frustration and muttered, “However, I’m

the painting was indeed utterly ruined. However, she still said in an assuring tone, “It’s just a canvas. What’s more

and looked behind herself in confusion

she thought. I clearly felt someone pushing

Elise asked, sensing something