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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arrived at the Griffith Residence after class was over. He was in the midst of an educational game when he

is it? Is it too hard?” Irvin figured that his friend might not

turned around to look at Irvin before hanging his head low and throwing his hands up dejectedly. “It just feels

room was oddly silent when it was just Specky and Irvin

seat 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 calmer expression. “We all have to be responsible for our choices. You

understand what Irvin meant entirely, but he nodded and did as he was told

had just turned back to his device when the door was thrown

its way into the

from overseas. Do you guys want some? Yes? No?” He held two boxes of expensive chocolate up as he cried

Specky couldn’t process the situation when they saw how happy Chubs

embarrassed to have his friends staring at him, so he quickly hid his chocolates away as he straightened his back and stood with his legs closed. He looked

silence. “Didn’t you give up? What are you doing

an innocent look on his face. “I only mentioned I want to go a little slower, and

mind

Chubs uttered in a matter-of-factly tone. “And it was the weekend; everyone’s on

can’t believe I thought that it was my personality that made it hard for me to

to be hard if you choose to stay. Aren’t

straight face, “My dad told me that those who suffer alongside me are the ones who truly care for me. If you’re

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

silent Irvin was. “Are you… Are you tired of me,

not tired of you! I

you—you’re the one who’s going to be

the last place; you’re

pressed his hand to his forehead 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 after you have done everything

and Specky let go of each other before speeding off to their seats.