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.

touched 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 it, it’s the perfect company to distribute

old flour but a lingo of the underworld.

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

recovering from his split-second stump, Alexander put the glass down on the table. It wasn’t a toast he could afford to give

Stenson analyzed in length, seeing Alexander unresponsive. “Think about it. Cittadel is a large market, and if one-third of the people can buy my goods, I’ll be able to

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

Stenson stood up

unruffled. “I just want to

on

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

bore into each other as the atmosphere

“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, and we do ours. I suggest you

the large taxpayers, were under federal government protection. If Stenson dared lay a finger

arrested, but they feared losing

reminding Stenson to mind

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

people think the whole world is against him, but in actuality, no one gives

old bag?!” exploded Stenson as he

ramble to myself?!” Napoleon made nothing of

Stenson think he is? The king of the world? Huh, nothing but a heartless profiteer that makes money by leeching on other people! What right does he think he has to raise his voice

to say that again!” Someone as hot-tempered as Stenson was