Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 817-The next day at Tissote International Airport, Margaret and Edmond waited at the exit with flowers in their hands, their watchful eyes scrutinizing every female passenger.

They were here to pick up the genius pianist from Alzue who had been all the fuss as of late. Her name was Cardashian.

Edmond ran a print media company which required a steady stream of publishing of various literary works to have an income flow. The industry had been rather sluggish in recent years as it was slowly dying. They needed news shocking enough to bring the public’s attention back to print media.

Cardashian was their first target. They would definitely be able to make plenty of sales if they could commission this musician, who had been certified by the World Piano Association after only two years of debut, to publish a personal autobiography.

Edmond started feeling a little anxious when he saw that fewer and fewer people were coming out. “Did you get the wrong flight? I have held this sign for so long, but I haven’t seen a Cardashian looking this way.”

“Do you think I am someone like you who would even make such silly mistakes?” Margaret looked at him in disdain. “There must have been a delay or something. Let’s wait for a little longer. And raise your sign a little higher!”

Despite saying that, she felt discouraged as well. Can it be that I have indeed got the wrong information?

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but take a few steps forward and crane her neck in an attempt to look inside. Margaret would be embarrassed if Cardashian didn’t make an appearance.

However, her reality was that she didn’t see Cardashian—she had gotten ‘Anastasia White’ instead.

Indeed, it was the ‘Anastasia White’ who had seemingly disappeared from the surface of Earth after leaving with Danilo.

It had been seven years since Margaret had last seen her and yet, the woman still looked like she was in her best condition. Not only was her skin as smooth as silk and her aura as elegant as a swan, she now even had a hint of sensualness only a mature woman would have.

Most importantly, there was a miniature version of ‘Anastasia White’ next to her, her every move innocent and lovely.

Before Margaret could react, ‘Anastasia White’ was already pushing her luggage and walking toward her with the child.

Elise called out affectionately. “Did you come just to pick

up if I had known that you were coming back today. But what a coincidence this is for everything good to happen within the same day. I really

mouth curled into a knowing smile as she raised an eyebrow and looked at Edmond, who was behind Margaret. “Who is this client to be able to alarm both you and President

International Airport, Margaret and Edmond waited at the

for getting too close to the scumbag of

the little girl. “This is your daughter, isn’t she? She is an

some reason, Alexia hated how Margaret acted like she was close to her. Hence, Alexia deliberately evaded Margaret’s touch when the

herself as she let

industry. I had no other choice but to get close to him. But don’t worry, my bestie! My heart

look on her face. “I understand. It is never

am glad you understand.” Margaret put her hand on her friend’s shoulder and said earnestly, “After all, you will be more assured to have me as your gatekeeper if you want to publish something in

“Alright, then.

time. You should take the child back

Elise smiled and left while holding the child’s

to gossip. “Did she

him from the corner of her eyes. “Whose attention are you trying to catch by hiding that sign? Don’t you know who is going to

so not romantic that no man dares to pursue you. You should really

possible for you to enjoy those supposedly-romantic women? You should be praying to God for me to not kick you aside.

only

the passengers on the last international flight left through the exit, but still they didn’t see Cardashian. They finally went straight to Sierra Hotel, where they

and she lightly tapped the table with her fingertips. “Excuse me, please help me call Miss Cardashian from 1203 and tell her that Margaret Ainsley from the

the front desk fiddled around on the computer, he smiled and gave a small bow. “I apologize, miss. The customer staying at 1203 does not go by the name ‘Cardashian’.