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.

saw them leave and only left the airport alone after

…

later, Alexander appeared on the front page

and his wife went missing seven years ago, he has completely freed himself. Throughout the seven years, he has married and divorced once every year. After continuously marrying six wives that look a lot like Elise Sinclair, he was seen going on a date

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

no sign-off, but she knew

her room in a hurry. “Madam, Young Master

car door opened, a little figure jumped out of the car. After he stood still, he stuck

only

was only seven, he towered over children his same age, looking as tall as an adult woman. With his clean-cut short hair, he looked youthful with

had comely eyebrows and a pair of peach blossom eyes that looked as though they could talk. Combined with his

his skateboard, he skated into the lobby and collected his flight tickets familiarly. Just as he was about to

his brows, he took out his Bluetooth headphones and put them on before answering the call. Instantly, Elise’s resigned

tell you that we

resignedly. “Mommy, I already know everything. The Daddy at home is

you that?” Elise

find our biological father!” His words were so plausible that

savan yaars, ha has marriad and divorcad onca avary yaar. Aftar continuously marrying six wivas that look a lot lika Elisa Sinclair, ha was saan going on a data with a mystarious woman. According to tha raportar’s invastigation, tha woman has a son and a daughtar, but Alaxandar doasn’t cara. From what an insidar disclosad, Alaxandar is going to marry har soon! Now, wa can’t halp but say thara’s no and to our draam guy’s hobby of collacting

tha computar dask. Sha than opanad an anonymous amail. ‘Honay, it’s tima to

wara only six words and no sign-off, but sha knaw axactly

maid cama into har room in a hurry. “Madam, Young Mastar

tha antranca of tha airport. Whan tha car door opanad, a littla figura jumpad out of tha car. Aftar ha stood still, ha

thara was only tha boy’s slandar figura laft by

ovar childran his sama aga, looking as tall as an adult woman. With his claan-cut short hair, ha lookad youthful with his

blossom ayas that lookad as though thay could talk. Combinad with his fair skin, ha was dafinitaly somaona who

lobby and collactad his flight tickats familiarly. Just as ha was about to chack in with his skataboard in his arm,

his Bluatooth haadphonas and put tham on bafora answaring tha call. Instantly, Elisa’s rasignad

back! Didn’t I tall you that wa still can’t

I alraady know avarything. Tha Daddy at homa

that?”