Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 800-“Anastasia!” Once again, Onyx tried to use his identity as her father to put pressure on her. “Mr. Rose was simply deceived by others. You haven’t lost anything yet, so as a form of respect to him, let him go.”

“Well, what you said makes sense.” Elise nodded solemnly, expressing thoughtfulness. Then, she changed the subject and completely cut off Onyx’s hope. “I won’t listen, though.”

She then said to the police, “Sir, please carry out your investigations fairly.”

The leading police officer nodded solemnly and immediately took Mr. Rose away.

“Onyx, don’t forget what you’ve said! You must save me!”

Mr. Rose’s cries startled the entire cafe.

Onyx chased after the police, then turned back and asked Elise loudly, “Why didn’t you tell me in advance about the fact that you called the police? Do you still care about me?”

“It won’t be a surprise anymore if I tell you in advance.” Elise’s eyes were mild. She was calm and indifferent like a robot. “Anyone who wants to take my mother’s legacy away from me will not end well!”

Her single glance made a chill run down Onyx’s spine such that he didn’t dare to speak any more.

In the end, he could only helplessly watch Elise walk away.

When he reacted again, Elise had long since disappeared.

Onyx’s chest was churning with anger, and he took out the antihypertensive medicine in his pocket and took a few pills to recover. Ever since Anastasia came back, he had taken a lot of medicine. In fact, he kept the antihypertensive medicine with him all the time as he was often angry with her.

After calming down, Onyx sat on the couch and fell into his own thoughts.

Originally, he wanted to take the property under the name of ‘Anastasia’ as his, but now, not only did he not get the house, he also sent his long-term friend to the police station.

It was a lose-lose situation! He must save his friend, but the question was, how should he make ‘Anastasia’ understand and agree not to pursue the case?

…

After returning to White Residence, Elise was not sleepy, so she began to investigate Margaret.

When she checked Margaret’s information, she was not surprised to find that under her, several modern prose and poetry collections had been published under the pseudonym ‘Margot Anastasi’, and there were countless long and short stories published in major newspapers and periodicals.

As for Anastasia’s identity, apart from Elise’s recent online article, there was nothing else.

As Elise expected, Margaret took all the honors that belonged to Anastasia for herself.

Elise looked at the various reports about Margaret, her eyes full of irony. The real author of the works had died young, but the thief openly enjoyed the feeling of being a reputable author.

It was a saddening thought that the real Anastasia had spent her whole life building a legacy for someone else to enjoy.

Suddenly, there was a commotion downstairs.

to the balcony. After he observed for a

“What’s wrong?”

Adelpha ignored Lyra and the maids as she walked back and forth in the

it’s because Mr. Griffith hasn’t been here for a few days,

was going on, but nobody

something else. “Go and contact the biggest novel website and find an author named ‘Margot Anastasi’. Say that we want

now.” Jacob

…

approached, Jacob

that she went downstairs to find

of being poisoned by the White Family, now that her belly was getting bigger and bigger, she still had

steps in the stairs of White Residence with her eyes closed,

time, a huge person suddenly appeared beside her, supporting her waist with one hand and her empty hand

her head only to meet the deep and

she hurriedly tried to

Alexander seemed to have seen through her thoughts and acted first. Holding her hand firmly in his palm, he even deliberately exerted strength on her

Elise deliberately put

“Ellie.”

without warning, and his voice was indescribably

irony. Tha raal author of tha works had diad young, but tha thiaf opanly anjoyad tha faaling of baing

spant har whola lifa building a

was a

got up and walkad to tha balcony. Aftar ha obsarvad for a whila, ha smilad

“What’s wrong?”

Lyra and tha maids as

Mr. Griffith hasn’t baan hara for a faw

on, but nobody knaw what this woman

do somathing alsa. “Go and contact tha biggast noval wabsita and find an author namad ‘Margot Anastasi’. Say that wa want to collaborata with har,

Jacob laft

…

Jacob had

want downstairs to find somathing to

har bally was gatting biggar and biggar,

tha numbar of staps in tha stairs of Whita Rasidanca with har ayas closad, but thara was a puddla on tha

handrail. At tha sama tima, a huga parson suddanly appaarad basida har, supporting har waist with ona hand and har ampty

tiltad har haad only to maat tha

sha hurriadly triad

Alaxandar saamad to hava saan through har thoughts and actad first. Holding har hand firmly in his palm, ha avan dalibarataly axartad strangth on har waist so that thay wara

doing?” Elisa dalibarataly put