Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 971-Right as Stenson entered, he walked up to a guest and gave him a couple of solid pats, upsetting the guest.

However, Stenson made nothing of it and even downed the entire glass of the guest’s liquor. After putting the glass down, Stenson wiped the wine stuck on his beard like a barbarian.

For a moment, awkwardness filled the atmosphere.

None welcomed him.

Of course, Stenson wasn’t oblivious to it. He just didn’t care. His gaze was filled with nothing but ridicule and contempt, for he believed the bunch of Cittadelians posed no threat to him.

After sweeping his gaze across the room, he eventually landed his eyes on Alexander.

“You must be Mr. Alexander Griffith, the founder of Cittadel’s Smith Co. You sure are a fine man. I like you. What do you say we be friends?”

Alexander naturally had no plans to interact with the Hellen Family when Stenson wasn’t on the guest list.

Stenson, on the other hand, wanted to see if Alexander would show him due respect when he approached Alexander without being solicited.

Better to make another friend than a foe. Alexander raised his glass in the air, not wanting to stir up problems. “I had actually planned on personally visiting you later, Mr. Stenson. Since it’s fated that we meet today, here’s a glass for you. I look forward to being under your care, Mr. Stenson.”

As ever-changing as the rules were in a business social engagement, the core principles remained—those who drank more were ultimately less superior.

Back when he was younger, Alexander would never have given a damn about scoundrels like Stenson. But he has a family now, and he has to think about the consequences of his every action. So, he had to learn to be tactful.

his lips. “Funny you say that. I happen to have a good chance for you. I have a batch of top-quality flour with me. Word is that Smith Co. has subsidiaries all across Cittadel. The way I see

of the underworld. Something

too, had a few dealings that exploited legal loopholes. However, they stood by one principle—no

the table. It wasn’t a toast he

about it. Cittadel is a large market, and if one-third of the people can buy my goods, I’ll be able to

his head and pulled a typical ungenuine smile. “Of course, it’s tempting. Given that I can live to spend the money, that is. If even a family as impressive as the Hellens can’t expand their business toward Cittadel, how can I, a defenseless businessman, do anything? You should seek someone

defy me, Mr. Griffith?” Stenson

an exaggeration, Mr. Stenson,” said Alexander, unruffled. “I just want to do honest business and live

on

going to be agreeable.” Alexander tucked his smile away and brought out

each

Camren, who remained silent all this while, stepped in. “Stenson, everyone here is well aware of this ‘flour’ you’re selling. Don’t trouble us when we haven’t messed with you. You do your business,

government protection. If Stenson dared lay a finger on them,

afraid of being arrested, but they feared losing business. All

was reminding Stenson to mind

his gaze across the room before sneering all of a sudden. “Well, well. It seems that everyone who had turned me down is here. I was wondering why Alexander Griffith is so

and retaliated, “Some people think the whole world is against him, but in actuality, no one gives

old bag?!” exploded Stenson as he slammed the

Am I not allowed to ramble to myself?!” Napoleon made nothing of the

profiteer that makes money by leeching on other people! What right does he think he has to raise his voice in front of us?! He was but a

that again!” Someone as hot-tempered as Stenson was easily