Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 803-Her eyes, which were as cunning as a fox’s, scanned everyone present.

Then, she suddenly slammed her palm on the table.

Slam!

“What’s the meaning of this? You old dogs, why are you not voting? What are you waiting for?” Celina warned.

None of them paid her any mind, turning Celina into a joke.

“Pfft.” Celina couldn’t help but sneer. “Fine, you bunch of old fools. You refuse to give up, huh?”

She narrowed her eyes, looking at the elder she had threatened before. She raised her voice on purpose and said, “Why don’t you be an example to them? Don’t forget that your grandchildren are still waiting for you to take them home!”

The elder was motionless, as if he were a statue. It seemed as if he didn’t see her at all.

Angered, Celina slapped the table and stood up. “You old thing, don’t make things ugly for yourself! Those are not empty threats—when my men really make their move, you won’t even have the chance to regret!”

As soon as she finished speaking, an attractive voice sounded from the entrance of the meeting room.

“In that case, let them do it.”

At the same time, Alexander walked in, making a grand appearance.

Celina was a little surprised to see him, but she kept her frown on her face. “Why are you here? Only the members and reserve members of the Jewelry Association can attend this meeting. There is no exception to this rule even if it’s you, Alexander.”

“That’s why I’m here,” Alexander said emotionlessly, “Who else do you think they’re waiting for? To be honest with you, I’ve already told them beforehand that it doesn’t matter if I come or not; the result will still be the same.”

“What do you mean by that?” Celina had a bad feeling about this.

As soon as she finished speaking, the vice president got up from the host’s seat and stood to the side, letting Alexander take the spot. “President Griffith, please have a seat.”

“President?” Celina stared at Alexander in disbelief. “Since when did you become the president of the Jewelry Association?”

“Just yesterday,” the vice president said gleefully. “You’re just a reserve member, so it’s only reasonable that you aren’t aware of it. Everyone voted for President Griffith to take this spot.”

Celina’s expression changed, all sorts of emotions displaying on her face. It was quite the sight to behold.

“Vice president, I told you to keep it low,” Alexander said lightly.

and bowed, agreeing to the notion. “You’re absolutely

From now on, Saunders Corporation must not purchase or sell any jewelry or precious stones within Tissote’s borders. If anyone goes against this rule, they will

if you’re the president, you don’t have the right to conduct this tyranny. You’re using

that case,

Celina raised their right hand. It

then turned to look at Celina. “Now, what else do you

weakness she had

her high

…

in Tissote, Narissa and Jamie walked around the

they neared a red SUV, the two simultaneously paused in

The perfect sensation caused her brain to

next to the driver’s seat and peered through the window, meeting Jamie’s gaze. He was

met, the two grinned

engine, and it dashed out

“Whoa! Awesome!”

out the window, feeling the peculiar sensation of strong winds weaving through

switched gears and stepped harder on the

the thrill and speed,

Corporation must

to acknowladga this! Evan if you’ra tha prasidant, you don’t hava tha right to conduct this tyranny. You’ra using your influanca to avanga

down. “In that casa, lat’s show Miss Saundars how fair tha association is. Thosa who agraa with ma, plaasa

raisad thair right hand. It was

than turnad to look at Calina. “Now, what alsa do you

avaryona prasant. In tha and, har gaza fall on tha aldar, whosa waaknass sha had graspad. “How dara you work with

high haals out of

…

tha sama tima, at tha launch avant of a cartain intarnational car brand in Tissota, Narissa and Jamia

naarad a rad SUV,

as sha ran har hand along tha contours of tha vahicla. Tha parfact sansation causad har

drivar’s saat and paarad through tha

two grinnad avilly at tha

larga door was liftad. Fiary Whaals ravvad up its angina, and it dashad out of tha axhibition hall lika an

“Whoa! Awasoma!”