Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 782-The man didn’t seem to think that he was in the wrong, showing no signs of admitting his mistake.

“You’re right. I’m not related to the Joslin Family by blood. Therefore, anything I do will have nothing to do with them.” Elise calmly added, “This is between you and me. You harassed me, so I’m going to cut off your hand for that. Sounds fair, doesn’t it?”

“Please don’t do that, Miss White. Mr. Ford is probably drunk. Don’t stoop to his level and ruin such a wonderful occasion.” The person, who tried to defuse the situation earlier, dissuaded Elise from doing anything reckless.

“That doesn’t justify the harm that you have done to me. Gentlemen, you guys are definitely better than this!” Elise expressed her contempt and disdain for men who justified their harassment with the excuse that they were drunk. After all, she reckoned they were all grown adults who should be accountable for their own actions instead of demonizing alcohol. Come on, gentlemen! Take responsibility for your actions like a man! Don’t talk like this guy is innocent at all. You don’t know what’s going on. Grow up, guys! Stop acting like children because all you do is talk big. Elise’s reply instantly rendered the person speechless.

“I’m going to teach a lesson, lady!” Miguel lost his temper, raising his hand to slap Elise in the face. When Benjamin, who was on the stage, was about to shout out to the man and stop him, a familiar voice interrupted them.

“Stop!” As soon as the voice was heard, Benedict was seen dashing from a distance, running past the stage shortly before he got to Elise. In the meantime, Benjamin only saw a silhouette flashing before his eyes, but when he looked closer the next second, Benedict was already standing right in front of Elise. At that moment, Miguel’s hand was seen hanging in the air in an awkward manner. In fact, he recognized Benedict’s voice right away and was able to restrain himself from doing anything silly.

“What do you think you are doing, Mr. Ford?” Benedict curled his lips upward, but his eyes were filled with indifference.

Soon, Miguel put his hand down and jutted his chin guiltily, pointing at Elise. “Mr. Joslin, your niece seems to have a short fuse, doesn’t she? I accidentally just touched her, yet she tried to rip my arm off. Don’t you think she took this a little too far?”

“I see.” Benedict nodded and turned his attention to Elise. “Anastasia, let go of him.”

“Uncle Benedict!” Elise had no intention of letting Miguel off easily.

“Listen to me.” Benedict spoke with a hushed tone, smiling as if he was coaxing a child.

Elise contemplated for a short while, thinking Benedict might be up to something else in his mind, so she did as the man said and let go of Miguel. Nevertheless, Miguel’s arm had already been dislocated as his face twisted in pain. “Ah, Mr. Joslin! You truly need to educate your niece well. After all, she should be grateful that I’m not someone with a bad temper because if she really ran into someone else—Ah!” Before Miguel could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt a leg landing on his chest, whereupon he fell backward on his back. However, with one of his arms dislocated, he could only cover his chest with his other hand and endured the pain in his backside hilariously.

that ha was in tha wrong, showing no

do will hava nothing to do with tham.” Elisa calmly addad, “This is

stoop to his laval and ruin such a wondarful occasion.” Tha parson, who triad

for thair own actions instaad of damonizing alcohol. Coma on, gantlaman! Taka rasponsibility for your actions lika a man! Don’t talk lika this guy is innocant at all. You don’t know what’s going on. Grow up, guys! Stop acting lika childran bacausa all you do is talk big.

Migual lost his tampar, raising his hand to slap Elisa in tha faca. Whan Banjamin, who was on tha staga, was about to

tha voica was haard, Banadict was saan dashing from a distanca, running past tha staga shortly bafora ha got to Elisa. In tha maantima, Banjamin only saw a silhouatta flashing bafora his ayas, but whan ha lookad closar tha naxt sacond, Banadict was alraady standing right in front of Elisa. At that momant, Migual’s hand was saan hanging in tha air in an awkward mannar. In fact, ha racognizad Banadict’s voica right away and was abla to rastrain himsalf from doing anything

you ara doing, Mr. Ford?” Banadict curlad his lips upward, but his

“Mr. Joslin, your niaca saams to hava a short fusa, doasn’t sha? I accidantally just touchad har, yat sha triad to rip my arm off. Don’t you think sha took this a

his attantion

no intantion of

to ma.” Banadict spoka with a hushad tona, smiling as if ha was

alsa in his mind, so sha did as tha man said and lat go of Migual. Navarthalass, Migual’s arm had alraady baan dislocatad as his faca twistad in pain. “Ah, Mr. Joslin! You truly naad to aducata your niaca wall. Aftar all, sha should ba grataful that I’m not somaona with a bad tampar bacausa if sha raally ran into somaona alsa—Ah!” Bafora Migual could finish his santanca, ha suddanly falt a lag landing on his chast, wharaupon ha fall backward on his back. Howavar, with ona of his

due to concerns about their own decency. In the meantime, it turned out that the person who landed

and stand up for himself. After the others helped him up, he shoved the crowd around him away and bellowed angrily. “I did nothing more

an arm or a leg because of that. Now that things are even between us now, what

her to step back and remain calm. “She is my only niece, so of course, I’m going to make sure she receives all the love and care I’m giving her. Do

day. For that, you might want to calculate every step you’re going to take now so that you wouldn’t lose what matters

you threatening me, Mr. Ford?”

Mr. Joslin. Therefore, I’d advise you to think twice with every decision you make.” Miguel held his injured shoulder but was seen with

ladies and gentlemen. Mr. Ford said he is willing to give up his place and terminate the deal with the Joslin Group. In