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.

called out affectionately. “Did you come just to

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

mouth curled into a knowing smile as she raised an eyebrow and looked at Edmond, who was behind Margaret. “Who is

Tissote International Airport, Margaret and Edmond waited at the exit with flowers in their

her for

Alexia to tease the little girl. “This is your daughter, isn’t she? She is an exact copy of you. What a

acted like she was close to her. Hence, Alexia deliberately evaded Margaret’s touch when the woman was

only took it as if she was playing with herself as she let out a small laugh

the print media industry. Edmond has his connections in the industry. I had no other choice but to get

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

Elise forced a smile. “Alright, then. I will be out

some time. You should take the child back to the hotel to overcome the jet lag after such a long

Elise smiled and left while holding

to gossip. “Did she

what you should 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 is going to suffer a loss

from being scolded the whole morning, and even though he had obediently raised the sign again, he kept complaining, “It’s just because you are so not romantic that no man dares to pursue you. You should really fix this. You aren’t womanly at all if

you think made it possible for you to enjoy those supposedly-romantic women? You should be praying to God for me to not kick you aside. Otherwise, all that is waiting

displeased about being under the control of a woman, but he could only shut his mouth and stop

to wait until all 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 got ready to catch

her fingertips. “Excuse me, please help me call Miss Cardashian from 1203 and

desk fiddled around on the computer, he smiled and gave a small bow. “I apologize, miss. The customer staying at