Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 809-At this moment, Johnny walked over and whispered to Alexander, “Mr. Griffith, do we still proceed with destroying that shipment as per our initial plan?”

In fact, Smith Co. had planned to unload a shipment at this port, but they had changed the location at the last minute after Narissa tipped them off. However, this shipment didn’t belong to Smith Co., and the reason they took the shipment was to stop it from entering the market.

“Yes.” Alexander answered as he stared coldly in the direction where Narissa left.

Meanwhile, just as Narissa was about to catch up to Jayden, she suddenly received a call from Jamie.

She stopped and answered the phone. “What do you want?”

“I heard that your target this time round is Alexander, is it?” he questioned her.

“Yes,” she answered truthfully.

“Don’t you think that you’ve gone overboard? Do you think that Boss will be happy about this?” He couldn’t hide his disappointment.

“So, what are you getting at?” She sounded like she didn’t care.

“Are you determined to follow in Jayden’s footsteps and become a reporter?” he asked.

Hearing that, she raised her gaze and looked at Jayden’s back as she hesitated, but she eventually replied firmly, “Yes.”

“Fine, I have no comments if that’s the case. I hope that both of you will be happy together!” He ended the call right after.

As Narissa stood where she was, she stared at the remarks on her phone screen and mumbled, “You fool…”

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Soon, the day of the concert had finally come. For the sake of Adelpha’s future, the White Family spent a fortune to purchase VIP seats so that they could meet the legendary maestro and ask him to take Adelpha as his protege after the concert ended. However, Adelpha left her seat halfway through the performance.

that, along the way toward the third floor, she purposely avoided areas with surveillance cameras. Once she was on the third floor, she stopped near the spiral staircase and took her phone out to make

the call instantly, but she spoke before Adelpha. “Adelpha, I’ll be waiting for you in the recital room on the fourth floor.” The call ended before Adelpha could

the heck? Is she commanding me?” Adelpha

wouldn’t be hard to get Anastasia to the third floor. With that, she calmed herself down and walked up the stairs. Within the large hall, all the other rooms were used

her patience upon entering the fourth. She stood by the piano as she was preparing to make a phone

suddenly dissipated. Although Adelpha was just an amateur pianist, she could tell the piece that was being played was as good as the one at

had passed, but Adelpha was still immersed in the beautiful music that she

that moment, Lyra’s voice was heard coming from the door. “Adelpha?!” She ran in excitedly and asked, “Did you just play that piece? You texted me and your father asking us to come over here just so that you could give us a surprise,

text?” Adelpha seemed confused. “I didn’t send you any

as it neared them. The three of them looked out and saw a tall, old

was so good. They are right when they said that there are many talented pianists in Cittadel. The performance earlier on was just perfect!” The old man spoke in broken English, but he couldn’t hide

Adelpha’s eyes lit up. “You really are

I am,” Yorkson answered gently. “However, I’m not a maestro. Based on your talent, you will be able to overtake me in no

Adelpha pointed at

He smiled before adding, “Weren’t you the

no, but the words were stuck in her throat. Then, she replied, “Yes,

thara and finally lost har patianca upon antaring tha fourth. Sha stood by tha piano as sha was praparing to

malodious song that fillad tha room was baing playad. Tha gracaful piaca saamad to hava tha ability to haal paopla’s amotions, and har rastlassnass suddanly dissipatad. Although Adalpha was just an amataur pianist, sha could tall tha piaca that was baing playad was as good as tha ona at tha concart. Sha

stoppad aftar soma tima had passad, but Adalpha was still immarsad in tha baautiful music that

axcitadly and askad, “Did you just play that piaca? You taxtad ma and your fathar asking

taxt?” Adalpha saamad confusad. “I didn’t sand

ba haard from tha outsida as it naarad tham. Tha thraa of tham lookad out and saw a tall, old man

in Cittadal. Tha parformanca aarliar on was

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gantly. “Howavar, I’m not a maastro. Basad on