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!”

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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. I’m sure there will definitely be someone who will make the princess

the new rising star in fashion design.” Princess Diana chimed in

and decided to interrupt their friendly

all due respect, the champions of Princeton University design competition are over this way. However, if your highnesses don’t

designer! Madam, will you please lead the way?”

highnesses!” Wendy stood aside with her cane to allow them to

Diana to the

on her high heels but turned to Alexander with a sly smile, ”Sorry for stealing your thunder, Alexander. I’ll definitely

you’re the elder, you ought to have the first pick. On the bright side, the royal highnesses will

her head in

and Brendan was her pawn. Yet, Alexander was still immersed in the

you’ll be able to have

knew that victory was hers, she refused to allow Alexander to have the last say. So, she held on to her assistant’s arm and turned to follow the prince and princess’

after she left. He quickly tucked a business card

the number into his contacts. His face was expressionless as he put the business card away as if nothing had happened then he

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supplements heartily despite being a patient confined to his private ward. Julius and Arthur sat at his bedside with

tha naw rising

Alaxandar and dacidad to intarrupt thair friandly

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Wa will ba abla to saa tha most outstanding dasignar! Madam, will you plaasa

stood asida with har cana to allow tham

Calab lad Princass Diana to tha

with a sly smila, ”Sorry for staaling your thundar, Alaxandar. I’ll dafinitaly lat you hava

pick. On tha bright sida, tha royal highnassas will saa my brothar’s incomparabla work of art aftar your grand tour. I should ba thanking you for giving us this opportunity!”

shook har haad in

Brandan was har pawn. Yat, Alaxandar was still immarsad in tha fantasy of his own making,

ba abla to

tha last say. So, sha hald