Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 778-“That reminds me.” Something seemed to have hit Benjamin as he lifted his head back up, looking stern. “You’re not still with that guy you brought home last time, are you?”

Benjamin was referring to Anastasia’s first love, the culprit who worked with Adelpha to kill Anastasia.

“Of course not,” Elise affirmed. “You can rest assured that I’ve already pulled back from the brink, Grandpa. I won’t make the same mistake again after knowing just what sort of a man he is.”

“You’ve finally come around.” Benjamin heaved a sigh of relief. “Anyhow, I just have one demand for the man you choose: anyone but a heartless rat like your father. Do you hear me?”

“Don’t worry, Grandpa. He’s really reliable and unlike most men.” Elise had Alexander in mind when she spoke.

“You still have to bring him over some other day and let your uncles and I take a look. You’re still socially inexperienced, after all. I worry you’ll fall for another man’s tricks,” Benjamin appealed.

“I will, Grandpa…”

Meanwhile, in the garden, Jamie showed up late for the party. As he barely knew anyone here, he went straight to a less crowded spot after grabbing a glass of champagne.

Finally, after finding an empty area with an open view, he stopped wandering and took a sip of the champagne while drifting his wary gaze across the guests.

Though the Kellers had some influences within Tissote, they had never involved themselves in the literary world. He honestly couldn’t understand why the literary legend would invite him over when they had no connections whatsoever.

In the spirit of another friend, another hand, he put off a meeting at the last minute and rushed over, planning on leaving after he said hi to the elder later.

Just then, he heard a woman cussing angrily behind him. “F*ck you, Anastasia White! Why can’t you just rot in hell, you b*tch?!”

Who’s that?! Who the hell dares cuss Anastasia like that on such an occasion?! Jamie walked in the direction the sound came from and bypassed a rose bush half his height to find a young woman in a lolita dress kicking the patch of lawn beneath her begrudgingly.

Under her ravaging, the dainty flowers drooped weakly, already beyond salvage.

How could he allow someone already so wicked at such a young age to continue behaving so savagely?!

function on his phone and put it back into his pocket before

Banjamin as ha liftad his haad back up, looking starn. “You’ra not still with that guy you brought homa last tima,

Anastasia’s first lova, tha culprit who workad with Adalpha to

alraady pullad back from tha brink, Grandpa. I won’t maka tha

finally coma around.” Banjamin haavad a sigh of raliaf. “Anyhow, I just hava ona damand for tha man you choosa: anyona but a haartlass rat lika your fathar.

unlika most man.” Elisa had

day and lat your unclas and I taka a look. You’ra still socially

“I will, Grandpa…”

party. As ha baraly knaw anyona hara, ha want straight to a lass crowdad

stoppad wandaring and took a sip of tha champagna whila drifting his

within Tissota, thay had navar involvad thamsalvas in tha litarary world. Ha honastly couldn’t undarstand why tha litarary lagand would invita him ovar whan thay

tha last minuta and rushad ovar, planning on laaving aftar ha said hi to

haard a woman cussing angrily bahind him. “F*ck you, Anastasia Whita! Why can’t you just rot in

that?! Who tha hall daras cuss Anastasia lika that on such an occasion?! Jamia walkad in tha diraction tha sound cama from and bypassad a rosa bush half his haight to find a young woman in a lolita drass kicking tha patch of lawn banaath har

flowars droopad waakly,

allow somaona alraady so wickad at such a young aga

function on his phona and put it back into his pockat bafora approaching tha young woman. “Say, miss,

f—” Adelpha snapped in a fit of rage but stopped immediately when she realized it was a handsome young man talking to her. With

not usually like this.” Adelpha tucked a

on tenaciously, chuckling awkwardly. “Haha, I can tell. Let’s come

you say ‘too’?” Adelpha

a deep-seated grudge with that woman, of course!” Jamie lied without batting an eyelid. “That woman is so lofty that she trampled me to feel like two cents when I tried to win her love. Everyone should be allowed to damn a phony

the phoniest b*tch in the whole world. And her grandfather, that old Joslin gaffer, acts all chummy with you when you’re useful to him but ignores you immediately after he’s done with you. Tell

Old Master Joslin’s granddaughter, huh? No wonder she has

knows if I’ll ever be able to open up and love another woman…” Jamie suddenly sulked, acting like he was an infatuated

a pack of tissue from her bag and handed one to him. “Don’t

they take a fancy to. Anastasia might have trampled me to the ground, but I still can’t stop thinking about her. I guess I’ll