Bring Your A Game

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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the Griffith Residence after class was over. He was in the midst of

his friend might not have adapted to the fast

throwing his hands up dejectedly. “It just feels like something’s missing. Perhaps, things

not around, and the room was oddly silent when it was just

rather conflicted look surfaced in his eyes before he gathered his emotions and turned to look at Specky with a calmer expression. “We all have to be responsible for

meant entirely, but he nodded and

turned back to his device when the door was thrown

made its

Do you guys want some? Yes? No?” He held two boxes

couldn’t process the situation when they

his chocolates away as he

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

his face. “I only mentioned I want to go a little slower,

have a mind of your own? Also, why weren’t you here for the past two

I have to listen to your orders,” Chubs uttered in a matter-of-factly tone. “And it was the weekend; everyone’s on holiday over

how to read between the lines. Irvin was speechless. I can’t believe I thought that it was my personality that made it hard for me to keep friends

you made a decision?” He sounded rather grumpy. “It’s going to be hard if you choose to stay. Aren’t you worried about

suffer alongside me are the ones who truly care for me. If you’re willing to take in an idiot like me, I’d

silent for a while. It seems

when he saw how silent Irvin was. “Are you… Are

pulled Chubs in for a pat on the shoulder. “Come on now. I’m not tired of you! I need you

who’s going to be last!” Chubs cried in

last place; you’re the last. Lalala!”

don’t want to hear that word anymore! I’ll crush you!” Chubs replied. Irvin pressed his hand to his forehead helplessly. Is it really necessary to debate who the last and second-last place is? “Shut up! I

that order, Chubs and Specky let go of each other before speeding off to their seats. They were eager to head