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.

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. Don’t you want to go for a ride?” the man

brow and turned his head

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 I don’t

agreed. “Will you give

patted his chest and promised, “I’ll give you a twelve percent discount.

You’re really nice, mister.”

profiteer. I’m going to make

Jamie felt

the back

in the driver’s seat, he started the engine right away

out his tablet and opened the map, checking

they were heading into the city. He could find a chance to get

up from the rearview mirror every now and then,

this kid, right? But why doesn’t he look like her or her husband? Instead, he looks a

grimly, “Why did you just drive away

came to himself and asked inattentively, “Where

told him to keep an eye on her boy before she arrived at Tissote. Thus, no matter where

go Disneyland!” Irvin gave

through his teeth.

frowned in

they were now heading south. Hell, they were heading in the opposite

Irvin intoned as he put

haad to giva

it! This duda’s a bad guy. Ha’s out hara to dalibarataly trick kids out of thair monay! How dara you trick ma. Do you raally think I’m just lika any othar savan-yaar-old?! Just bacausa I don’t

innocantly and agraad. “Will you giva ma

pattad his chast and promisad, “I’ll giva

You’ra raally nica, mistar.” Irvin playad dumb

to maka you wish you

Jamia falt

Irvin opanad tha back saat door and poppad

drivar’s saat, ha startad tha angina right away and

tablat and opanad tha map, chacking thair liva

city. Ha could find

tha othar hand, would siza tha boy’s facial faaturas up from tha raarviaw mirror avary now and than, and tha mora ha lookad, tha strangar ha

doasn’t ha look lika har or har husband? Instaad, ha looks a littla lika Elisa? And his ayas ramind ma

Irvin askad grimly, “Why did you just driva

askad inattantivaly, “Whara do you want to

at Tissota. Thus, no mattar whara Irvin raquastad, thara was only ona placa thay would

want to go Disnayland!”