Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 682-Sofia’s smile froze, then slipped off her face entirely as a grim look flashed across her features. Then, in a tone that was layered through with unbridled hostility, she grounded out, “I’m afraid I don’t quite understand what you mean, Miss Dahlen.”

“Act dumb all you want, but you and I both know what I meant,” Maya snapped as she slammed the glass of water Sofia had given her earlier on the coffee table. She went on to say emphatically, “Alexander isn’t someone that the likes of you should pine after, so give up before any damage is done.”

“Well, isn’t your confidence so moving, Miss Dahlen?” Sofia smirked nonchalantly and turned to look at the other girl with no small amount of disdain. “I have a double degree in Ph.D., my father is a high-ranking official, and my mother is a renowned figure in the business world. I’ve received countless offers to become editor-in-chief in various bigshot publishers, and even Alexander’s mother has personally paved the way for my career in journalism. If the likes of me can’t pine after him, then who can? You?”

“What did you just say?” Maya clenched her fists and demanded with gritted teeth, “Godmother was the one who asked you to come here?”

Maya had been staying with Elise ever since the Dahlen Family went bankrupt, and she had cut off all contact with Madeline. However, she firmly believed that Madeline would always be on her side.

Alas, barely half a year had passed since Maya’s family’s bankruptcy, and Madeline had already decided to make another woman her daughter-in-law. Do I mean so little to her that she would move on from me so easily? Maya couldn’t help thinking.

She felt her nose prick as hot tears welled up in her eyes. She had treated Madeline as her own mother, but the woman had cast her aside in drastic times like she was nothing.

As it turned out, the Griffiths were materialists who put money and power above all other sentiments.

Sofia tipped her chin up haughtily as she cocked a brow and asked, “Why else do you think a young and beautiful woman such as myself would be doing here in Alexander’s new house?”

Maya gritted her teeth and made no reply. She didn’t think she could say anything right now to help her own case. Sofia had Madeline and a formidable family background to support her, and Maya had no one to rely on but herself now that her family was bankrupt.

While she, too, had studied abroad, her father was the one who had paid for it and made the arrangements. Upon her return to the country, her family coddled her, and there had been no need for her to join the workforce. So, at the end of the day, she had no accomplishments of her own to boast about, and she was nothing more than a pretty face.

in a sing-song voice, “It must take quite the extraordinary character to become Madam Madeline’s goddaughter. Maybe you have some sage advice you’d like to

so great, then why are you still a housekeeper for the Griffiths? Do you really

Sofia seethed, and she was like a human light show as her face

she regained the upper hand, and she went on to say, “Am I wrong? The family, academics, and pretty face that you’re so proud of can’t even begin to leave an impression on Alexander and

She pointed at the door

to the master of the house, and you are just a housekeeper. How dare you take that tone with me? If there’s anyone who should get out of the house, it’s you!” Maya shouted with equal belligerence,

was akin to an endless and senseless war when two women clashed with one another. Not even Sofia and her impressive double-degree Ph.D. could accord her the words she needed to argue reasonably against Maya,

her toward the door. “I might not be able to keep Elise under check, but I sure as hell won’t let you walk all over me!

her nails into Sofia’s arms, and soon, a fight ensued as both women clawed at each other. There was a lot of clothes-tearing and hair-pulling involved, too,

who saw this rushed over to try and pull the women apart. However, when she realized that the brawl was escalating, she abandoned her noble attempt to break up the fight and ran up the stairs, whereupon the maid knocked urgently on Elise’s door as she cried, “Mrs. Griffith! Mrs. Griffith, wake up! There’s a fight

bedroom, Elise frowned and sat up in bed, but she kept her eyes closed as she shuffled to the door. She felt for the knob and opened the door, then asked groggily,

Miss Hawkins! The guest even called herself Mr. Griffith’s sister!” the maid

yawned. “I didn’t know Alexander

sure, either, but I can’t break up

a robe, then pulled it on

heard Maya’s familiar voice crying

at all sounding like she

in her tracks and chuckled. A cat fight, I see. Well, that’s a fascinating

skin. Maya screamed on the spot, and her voice grew thick with resentment as she accused, “You scratched me! You actually laid your wretched hands on my face! Don’t you dare get away from

all this time as she reached