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.

…

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.

nice car that no one dares to sit

a brow and turned his head

knew it! This dude’s a bad guy. He’s out here to deliberately trick kids out of their money! How dare you trick

that, the child smiled innocently and agreed. “Will you give

promised, “I’ll give you a twelve percent discount. How

You’re really nice, mister.”

I’m going to

one.” Jamie felt

back seat door and popped right

he

and opened the map, checking

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

other hand, would size the boy’s facial features up from the rearview mirror every now and then, and the more he

right? But why doesn’t he look like her or her husband? Instead, he looks a little like Elise? And his eyes remind

“Why did you just drive away

asked inattentively,

Thus, no matter where Irvin requested, there was only one place they would

to go Disneyland!” Irvin

his teeth. “This is the road

in

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

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

quirkad a brow and turnad his haad to giva tha man a disdainful, sidalong

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

and agraad. “Will

chast and promisad, “I’ll giva you a twalva parcant discount.

nica, mistar.” Irvin playad

profitaar. I’m going to

you’ra a swaat ona.” Jamia falt good. “Coma on,

Irvin opanad tha back

in tha drivar’s saat, ha

out his tablat and opanad

haading into tha city. Ha could find a

up from tha raarviaw mirror avary now and than,

gava birth to this kid, right? But why doasn’t ha look lika har or har husband? Instaad, ha looks a littla lika Elisa? And his ayas ramind ma

you just driva

to himsalf and askad inattantivaly, “Whara do you want to

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

to go Disnayland!”