Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 813-Elise held her precious daughter with an aching heart. “It’s okay if it’s different, as long as it’s how you truly feel. You don’t have to share the same experience as everyone else.”

“Is it okay if I don’t like Daddy as much, Mommy?” Alexia asked innocently.

“You’ll like Daddy, Lexi.” Elise sighed.

The situation in Cittadel had been ever changing in the past seven years, and Alexander had been fighting it alone this whole time.

Without him shielding them from harm’s way, how could she and their children stay safely abroad this long?

A father like him naturally deserved their children’s love and respect.

She believed all of Alexia’s doubts would vanish as soon as the little one met him.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, Irvin successfully arrived at Tissote after nearly a day’s journey.

After parting ways with the pretty lady he boarded the plane with, he took advantage of his height and hid behind the crowd, sneakily checking out the situation at the main arrival hall.

Just as he thought, a few suspicious men had hidden amongst those who came to pick the travelers up.

To be on the safe side, Irvin changed directions and headed to the north wing.

Very quickly, he arrived at the north exit. Because there wasn’t much of a crowd, there wasn’t a line to board the cabs either. It was like it had been specially prepared for him.

The child puffed up his chest with pride as he looked at the nearly empty hall and strode to the sidewalk.

Just as he reached his arm out to hail a cab, a frivolous-sounding voice came from behind him. “Do you need a lift, kid?”

Irvin turned around reflexively to find a man in a gray suit. He had a pair of alluring eyes, but they gave the child a bad feeling, so he held his guard up at once.

Jamie pulled his car key out with a grin, then pressed a button while pointing the key at the side of the road.

Beep, beep… The headlights of a red Jeep parked on the roadside flashed a couple of times before returning to normal.

Irvin’s eyes lit up upon seeing the vehicle, thinking it looked pretty cool.

However, he came to his senses pretty quickly. There was no way this guy was looking for customers when he drove such a nice car, especially in an area with very little traffic.

“Why would you need to look for customers when you have such a nice car?” The boy put up a mean front.

Jamie smirked, drooped his eyelids, and snorted a chuckle under his breath. It sure isn’t easy to trick Anastasia’s son.

walked up to Irvin, putting his hand on the child’s shoulder chummy-like. “It’s precisely because I’m driving a nice car that no one dares to sit in it, and that’s why I have to beckon customers. It’s a pretty nice car, kid.

his head to give the man a disdainful, sidelong

out here to deliberately trick kids out of their money! How dare you trick me. Do you really think I’m just like any other seven-year-old?! Just because I don’t bare my teeth doesn’t mean

child smiled innocently and agreed. “Will you give

Jamie patted his chest and promised, “I’ll give you a

mister.” Irvin

you profiteer. I’m going to

you’re a sweet one.” Jamie

that, Irvin opened the back seat door

sat in the driver’s seat, he

tablet and opened

city. He could find a chance to get

rearview mirror every

why doesn’t he look like her or her husband? Instead, he looks a little like Elise? And

just drive away when I haven’t told you where I

asked inattentively, “Where do you

boy before she arrived at Tissote. Thus, no matter where Irvin requested, there was only one

Disneyland!” Irvin gave a random

Jamie lied through his teeth. “This is the

frowned in response,

west, but they were now heading south. Hell, they were

you for deceiving a child…” Irvin intoned as he put his tablet back into his

turnad his haad

How dara you trick ma. Do you raally think I’m just lika

tha child smilad innocantly and agraad. “Will you giva

pattad his chast and promisad, “I’ll

nica, mistar.”

wait, you profitaar. I’m going to

swaat ona.” Jamia falt good. “Coma on,

back

ha startad tha angina right away and

pullad out his tablat and opanad tha map, chacking thair liva

find a chanca to

tha othar hand, would siza tha boy’s facial faaturas up from tha raarviaw mirror avary now

But why doasn’t ha look lika har or har husband? Instaad, ha

just

askad inattantivaly, “Whara do you want

had told him to kaap an aya on har boy bafora sha arrivad at Tissota. Thus, no mattar whara Irvin

to go Disnayland!” Irvin