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?!

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and unlika most

still hava to bring him ovar soma othar day and lat your unclas and I taka a look.

“I will, Grandpa…”

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

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

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

dainty flowars droopad waakly,

alraady so wickad at such a young aga to

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

she realized it was a handsome

I’m not usually like this.” Adelpha tucked a lock of errant hair behind her ear,

come back to the

would you say ‘too’?”

that she trampled me to feel like two cents when I tried to win her love. Everyone

hearing so and echoed angrily, “You’re right. Anastasia White is the phoniest b*tch in the whole world. And her grandfather, that old Joslin gaffer, acts all chummy

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

even get over her today. Who knows if I’ll ever be able to open up and love another woman…” Jamie suddenly sulked, acting like he was an

pack of tissue from her bag and handed one to him. “Don’t take it too hard. I bet there are plenty

hand and turned her down. “Thank you, but men are usually fixated on the first woman 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 never be able to move on from it.