Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 838-In recent years, Blitzy Entertainment was not as successful as Rushmore Entertainment, but the hall was still decorated magnificently. Exceptionally excited to be in a new place, Alexia bounced all the way inside.

“Lexi, be careful not to bump into anyone!”

Elise had just finished speaking when Alexia ran headfirst into a pair of long legs. The owner of the legs jolted, causing the coffee in their hands to spill out that instantly stained their fashionable clothes with a large gray stain, covering their hands and feet in coffee as well.

As soon as she saw that the person Alexia bumped into was Winona, Elise froze for a moment. This was the thing about returning to Cittadel—she could run into acquaintances everywhere she went.

“I’m sorry, Miss!” Knowing that she had caused trouble, Alexia hurriedly pulled out a packet of tissues from her small bag and handed it over, looking up at the pretty lady with large and pitiful eyes. From her past experience, beautiful women were always kind-hearted, and as long as she obediently admitted her mistake, they would definitely forgive her.

“It’s all right.”

Winona had no intention of holding her accountable in the first place, and she accepted the pack of tissues and pulled one out. Then, as if coming back to her senses, she looked down again with a stunned expression. As she looked at Alexia’s eyes and eyebrows, as well as her small, delicate nose, a sense of deja vu engulfed her, and her mind flickered with Elise’s captivating face.

This young girl was just as beautiful, and her eyes, in particular, were exactly the same as Elise’s. Was she Elise’s daughter?

Winona frowned and subconsciously looked around, but as far as her eyes could see, there was no sign of Elise. However, when she met Anastasia’s eyes, she fell into a dilemma once again. Though these eyes were more familiar to her than the little girl, it was her first time seeing her face.

Elise followed her gaze and went up to pull Alexia back to her. “I’m really sorry. It’s my fault for not watching my child. You’re not hurt, are you? Let me take you to the nearby mall to get a new set of clothes. I’ll pay the bill.”

Winona waved her hand. “It’s fine. I have to change my clothes for the recording anyway,

a show.” As Elise was so focused on being outraged about the embroidery incident that she forgot

familiar with this place. Let’s go together. I’ll lead the

she stretched her hand toward Alexia and said with a smile, “Little princess, let me hold your hand. There

good

they heard a huge commotion

themselves embroiderers? They can’t even understand what I’m saying. They’re better off picking up garbage! How can they even think

her words, only knowing that a Rosepicker woman was reprimanding her foolish assistant. Besides, this group of people were specially invited by the TV station,

with the child in anger, and retorted in fluent Rosepeakian, “Let me get this straight. This

show, when the staff saw that she was about to get into a conflict with Ekaterina, they hurriedly rushed over

she finished, Elise walked in

distance, and she looked like a weather-beaten middle-aged woman, Elise recognized Abby at once. In just seven years, she had changed from a young and passionate girl to

even more difficult to accept was that the embroidery master who once claimed to be upholding Cittadelian culture was now willingly helping a Rosepicker person to distort the truth. She didn’t want to think that

walked up to Abby and said calmly, “If I remember correctly, this should be Miss Abby, the only heir of the embroidery family. Can you

Ekaterina stood forward, her eyes full of defiance and disdain. “Also, she is now a Rosepicker. Embroidery is a traditional culture from Rosepeak. How would there be

stubbornly waiting for her answer. “Is that so, Miss Mellor? My friend once told me that Abby is a person with great potential and a strong sense of patriotism,

of life when she answered without thinking, “The Mellor Family has existed for embroidery for generations. As embroidery belongs to Rosepeak, I’m naturally a