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.

out affectionately. “Did you come

she immediately composed the look on her face to greet Elise. “I would have said no to all my work to come pick you up if I had known that you were coming back today. But what a coincidence this is for everything good to

who was behind Margaret. “Who is this client to be able to alarm both you

waited at the exit with flowers in their hands, their watchful eyes scrutinizing every

her for

the little girl. “This is your daughter,

her.

with herself as she let out a small laugh and pulled ‘Anastasia’ to the

know that I am in the print media industry. Edmond has his connections in the industry. I had no other choice but to get close to him. But

an understanding look on her

understand.” Margaret put her hand on her friend’s shoulder and said earnestly, “After all, you will be more

“Alright, then. I will be out

meal to celebrate your return some time. You should take the child back to the hotel to overcome the jet lag after

smiled and left while holding

close to gossip. “Did she really have a child with that

be paying attention to now?” Margaret peered at him from the corner of her eyes. “Whose attention are you trying to catch by hiding that sign? Don’t you know who

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

supposedly-romantic women?

he could only shut his

the exit, but still they didn’t

to the front desk, 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 computer, he smiled and gave a small