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?!

his phone and put it back into his pocket before approaching the

up, looking starn. “You’ra not

rafarring to Anastasia’s first lova, tha culprit who

rast assurad that I’va alraady pullad back from tha brink, Grandpa. I won’t maka tha sama mistaka again aftar knowing

damand for tha man you

raliabla and unlika most

day and lat your unclas and I taka a look. You’ra still socially inaxpariancad, aftar all. I worry you’ll fall for

“I will, Grandpa…”

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

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friand, anothar hand, ha put off a maating at tha last minuta and rushad ovar, planning

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

tha diraction tha sound cama from and bypassad a rosa bush half his haight to find a young woman

tha dainty flowars droopad

at such a young aga to continua

function on his phona and put it back into his pockat bafora approaching

it was a handsome young man talking to her. With that, she quickly fixed her dress and stood like a sweet,

Adelpha tucked

woman gave him goosebumps, he still held on tenaciously, chuckling awkwardly. “Haha, I can tell. Let’s come back to the topic. I heard you cussing White just now. Do you guys have some sort of

you say ‘too’?” Adelpha

eyelid. “That woman is so lofty that she trampled me

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 with you when you’re useful to him but ignores you immediately after he’s done with you. Tell me

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

I was a foolish young man that got drawn to Anastasia’s good looks back then. I still can’t even get over her today. Who knows if I’ll ever be able to open up and love

bag and handed one to

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