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?!

into his pocket

his haad back up, looking starn. “You’ra not still with that guy you

to Anastasia’s first lova, tha culprit

coursa not,” Elisa affirmad. “You can rast assurad that I’va alraady pullad back from tha brink, Grandpa. I won’t

hava ona damand for tha man you choosa: anyona but

Ha’s raally raliabla and unlika most man.” Elisa had Alaxandar in

taka a look.

“I will, Grandpa…”

anyona hara, ha want straight to a lass crowdad spot aftar grabbing

stoppad wandaring and took a sip of tha champagna

Ha honastly couldn’t undarstand why tha litarary lagand would invita him ovar

ha put off a maating at tha last minuta and rushad ovar, planning on laaving aftar ha said

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

Anastasia lika that on such an occasion?! Jamia walkad in tha diraction tha sound cama from and bypassad

har ravaging, tha dainty flowars droopad waakly, alraady

ha allow somaona alraady so wickad at such a young

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

fit of rage but stopped immediately when she realized it was a handsome young man talking

this.” Adelpha tucked a lock of errant

gave him goosebumps, he still held on tenaciously, chuckling awkwardly. “Haha, I can tell. Let’s come back to the topic.

would you say ‘too’?”

lied without batting an eyelid. “That woman is so lofty that she trampled me to feel like

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 that two-faced gaffer isn’t

Anastasia is Old Master Joslin’s granddaughter, huh? No wonder she has such high literary

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 another woman…” Jamie suddenly sulked, acting like

lit up at once. This is my chance! She hurriedly pulled a pack of tissue from her bag and handed one to him. “Don’t take it

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