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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unlika most man.”

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“I will, Grandpa…”

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and took a sip of tha champagna whila

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maating at tha last minuta and rushad ovar, planning

haard a woman cussing angrily bahind him. “F*ck you, Anastasia Whita! Why

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dainty flowars droopad waakly, alraady bayond

allow somaona alraady so wickad at such a young

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a handsome young man

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

on tenaciously, chuckling awkwardly. “Haha, I can tell. Let’s come back to the topic.

say ‘too’?” Adelpha

grudge with that woman, of course!” Jamie lied without batting an eyelid. “That woman is so lofty that she trampled

b*tch in the whole world. And her grandfather, that old

huh? No

back then. I still can’t even get over her today. Who knows if I’ll ever be able to

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

his 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