Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 886-When Wendy and her assistant left, Brendan finally relaxed.

”How did I do?” he asked as he nudged Alexander playfully.

”The anxiety of being threatened, the drama of choosing to betray your family easily got you three points for being such a talented actor! You should have joined Jack in showbiz.”

”Oh, very funny!” Brendan shook his head, turned around, and placed his wine glass down.’ ‘My scenes are over. Let’s go.”

”A rising star shouldn’t be leaving his play this early!” Alexander teased him.

”I can assure you that if Elise were waiting for you at home right now, you’d get yourself kicked out faster than me.” Brendan purposely picked on him.

”Forget what I said. Just see yourself out.”

Brendan smiled cheekily. Then, he donned his anxious mask and departed from the party.

Not long after he left, Simon called Alexander over.

”Your highnesses, this is Mr. Alexander from Smith Co. I trust that we will be able to produce more than satisfactory designs for the competition!” Simon introduced him proudly.

Alexander nodded his head politely as a way of greeting.

”Really?” Prince Caleb was hooked as he questioned, ”Perhaps we would have the honor of meeting the representative of Smith Co.?”

Wendy, who wasn’t far away, quirked her lips into a subtle smile.

She had seen Brendan leave the building. So, she would just love to see what Alexander could pull out of his sleeves now.

”I apologize, Prince Caleb. Unfortunately, our company’s representative hasn’t been feeling well. So I sent him home to rest to be able to participate in the competition in his best condition.” Alexander explained confidently.

He spoke with an air of self-assurance, so it was easy enough for him to earn the trust of the prince and princess.

”Don’t worry about it. The people’s health always comes first. Please give our salutations to Mr. Griffith. We truly wish your genius designer a speedy recovery.” Prince Caleb said, as he was of gentle nature and wasn’t about to make things difficult for Alexander.

”Is Amy the designer of Smith Co.?” Princess Diana asked. Even though her Mandarin was poor, she asked excitedly before switching back to her mother tongue. ”You know what, she’s the best designer! If Amy is going to compete, it couldn’t be any more perfect!”

Amy she’s talking about is actually

as an attempt to smooth things over, ”As the wise had said, the waves behind drive on those before. Amy’s reign has already passed, and there is now an endless stream of excellent designers in Cittadel.

rising star in fashion design.” Princess Diana chimed

and decided to interrupt their

Princeton University design competition are over this way. However, if your highnesses don’t mind, I

outstanding designer! Madam, will you please lead the way?” Princess Diana promptly

aside with her cane to allow them

Princess Diana to

”Sorry for stealing your thunder, Alexander. I’ll definitely let you have it next time. If

royal highnesses will see my brother’s incomparable work of art after your grand tour. I should be thanking you for giving us this opportunity!” Alexander

her head in

in the fantasy of his own making, where

that you’ll be able to have the last

knew that victory was hers, she refused to allow Alexander to have the last say. So, she held

tucked a business card into Alexander’s hand and continued his duty

he put the

…

Julius and Arthur sat at his bedside with grim

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