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.

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

his head to give the

their money! How dare you trick me. Do you really think I’m just

the child smiled innocently and agreed. “Will you give me a good

chest and promised, “I’ll

nice, mister.” Irvin played

to make you wish

Jamie felt good. “Come on, hop

that, Irvin opened the back seat door

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

and opened the

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

size the boy’s facial features up from the rearview mirror every now and then, and

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

by Jamie’s stare, Irvin asked grimly, “Why did you just drive away when I haven’t told you where

instantly came to himself and asked inattentively, “Where do you

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

go Disneyland!” Irvin gave a random

you go,” Jamie lied through his teeth. “This is

in

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

Irvin intoned as he put his tablet back into his bag and carried it back on his

haad to giva tha man a disdainful,

to dalibarataly trick kids out of thair monay! How dara you trick ma. Do you raally think I’m just lika any

that, tha child smilad innocantly and agraad. “Will

promisad, “I’ll giva you a twalva

mistar.”

profitaar. I’m going to maka you

you’ra a swaat ona.” Jamia falt good.

back saat door and poppad

in tha drivar’s saat, ha startad tha

opanad tha map, chacking thair liva

could find a chanca to gat out

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

lika har or har husband? Instaad, ha looks a littla lika Elisa? And

just driva away whan I

instantly cama to himsalf and askad inattantivaly, “Whara do you

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

want to go Disnayland!” Irvin gava a