Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 812-In the waiting lobby of the airport, Jacob placed Elise down on the chair and went to the washroom.

As soon as he went in, someone held his neck and pushed him into one of the cubicles.

When he reacted, the door of the cubicle was already closed. Alexander’s body was bigger than his, and Alexander’s face, along with his sharp eyes, glared at him as though he was a beast hunting for its prey, extremely bloodcurdling.

Only after swallowing his saliva did he force himself to remain calm. “W-What are you doing, Mr. Griffith?”

“If any incident happens when she gives birth, I want you to save her as her husband. Can you remember that?” Alexander’s voice was cold, giving off an intimidating aura.

Hearing that, Jacob nodded subconsciously. “I know what to do even if you don’t say.”

“But you don’t know her.” Alexander’s attitude was still frigid.

“Who? Master?” Jacob understood immediately. Since women were emotional creatures, especially mothers, they could give up their lives for their children.

Alexander then released him and emphasized again, “She must be fine no matter what happens. If anything really happens, just let her hate me. Don’t be afraid that you’ll be embroiled.”

“Don’t worry. Master is the one who gave me this life. If she wants me to die, I will let her live first,” Jacob said with determination.

After a few minutes, Jacob returned to the lobby, where the announcement was already reminding the passengers to board the plane.

He quickly went over to Elise and guided her to the check-in point.

As they stood at the check-in counter, Elise turned around reluctantly, and her gaze was searching around the lobby.

When her gaze landed in Alexander’s direction, he took his sunglasses off and looked at her from afar.

The feeling of being unable to leave each other and the insecurity about the future were conveyed through their eyes. They looked at each other, and their gazes turned determined.

Death couldn’t do them apart, so it was the same for time and distance. They would be back at each other’s side one day.

After confirming that, Elise bid goodbye to him in her mind and then turned around, starting her journey abroad.

leave and only left the airport

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was in silk nightwear and sitting in front of the computer desk. She then opened an anonymous email.

no sign-off, but she knew

room in a hurry.

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as he was about to check in with his skateboard in his arm, the watch on his wrist

put them on before answering the

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