Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 891

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 891-Brendan felt as if all the rage in him had instantly disintegrated. Yet, he was still filled with hatred as he clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles cracked in response to the force of his muscles.

“That’s right. That’s the expression I’m looking for,” Wendy uttered with a pleased look on her face. “Rage is the primary driver for creativity and destruction. You can do it. Is one week enough?”

He lowered his head in denial. “It requires some skill and time to imitate someone else’s work, not to mention that Prince Caleb and Princess Diana are experienced individuals—they have high standards. One week is way too short. Are you trying to make me come up with some horrendous designs so that I make a fool out of myself?”

“Ten days, then,” she insisted with finality. “I’ll be waiting for your good news.”

With that, she led her people out of the room.

Yuri followed behind and shut the door before locking it from the inside. She then jogged back and apologized to Brendan, “I’m sorry. You wouldn’t have been forced to do these things you don’t like if it weren’t for me.”

“It’s fine. This allows us to stall things for a while,” he uttered dismissively.

Then, he pulled out a delicate pair of princess shoes from the gift bag. “Look at this! Is it nice? I bought this for our daughter,” he said excitedly.

The shoes were glittery, and there were handmade ribbons attached to the straps of the shoes. The tiny yet detailed designs made Yuri fall in love with them instantly.

“It’s gorgeous.” The worry in Yuri’s eyes disappeared as she happily took the shoes into her hands to look at them.

After a while, she seemed to recall something.

“What if it’s a boy?” She turned and looked at Brendan in puzzlement.

“We can buy another pair of shoes once the child is born.” He was still grinning as he put the shoes away. “Anyway, I hope it’s a girl. Better yet, one looks just like you. That way, I’d have two precious princesses in the house.”

Yuri eyed him speechlessly.

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in the blink of an eye. Specky arrived at the Griffith Residence after class was over. He was in the midst of an educational

figured that his friend might not have adapted to

Specky turned around to look at Irvin before hanging his head low and throwing his hands

room was oddly silent

Chubs usually sat thoughtfully. A rather conflicted look surfaced in his eyes before he gathered his emotions and turned to look at Specky with a

Irvin meant entirely, but he nodded and did as

just turned back to his device when the door was thrown open all of

round figure made its way into

want some? Yes? No?” He held

Irvin and Specky couldn’t process the situation

as he straightened his back and stood with his

was the one who broke the silence. “Didn’t you give up? What

eyed the other boy with an innocent look on his face. “I only mentioned I want to go a little slower, and

to do so? Do you not have a mind of your own?

your orders,” Chubs uttered in a matter-of-factly tone. “And

believe I thought that it was my personality that made it hard for me to keep friends

to be hard

me are the ones who truly care for me. If

was silent for a while. It seems like Daddy is right. I must have misjudged Chubs’

Irvin

for a pat on the shoulder. “Come on now. I’m not tired of you! I need you around so that someone performs

close behind you—you’re the one who’s going to be last!” Chubs

place; you’re the

helplessly. Is it really necessary to debate who the last and second-last place is? “Shut up! I want you guys back in your seats and start studying now. You guys can only leave

order, Chubs and Specky let go of each other before speeding off

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