Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 1092-Zephyr had a nosy look on his face as he looked at his younger sister.

He could tell Raymond had other intentions the last time the man came up with an excuse to send them back. Zephyr was even more sure about Raymond’s aim when he saw the burly man acting all coy today.

He didn’t mind if Maisie dated. After all, a good relationship could make someone love life and anticipate what it had in store. It would do good for her condition as well. What’s more, the other party was someone from Smith Co.. Raymond might not be romantic, but he was reliable. As such, Zephyr would happily support the relationship.

“You’re teasing me again. Someone like me whose days are numbered has no right to think about things like this,” Maisie muttered. As she lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes cast a shadow over her eyes, making her look even more melancholic.

Zephyr sighed at her reply. “Give me another six months at most. It won’t be long before I find out something from my research.”

“Let’s talk about it when the time comes, then. I’m a little tired. I’ll go back to my room first.”

After saying that, Maisie placed the box on her lap and steered herself back into the villa.

…

A week later at Triune’s headquarters.

Owen was glumly venting into his phone. “Half a year. Tell those old farts that they can say goodbye to their long-time partner if they don’t give me satisfactory experiment results in half a year!”

When a subordinate knocked on the door and walked in, Owen languidly lifted his gaze to take a glance at the subordinate. “What is it?” he drawled.

“Mr. Morgan, please restrain Matthew Griffith as soon as possible. The man is a lunatic! After he captured Johnny and Melody, he seemed to have lost control and continued to seize all the remaining experts of Smith Co., including Raymond, Clement, and the like. He didn’t spare any of them! The cops will be on us if he kills so many people in such a short time! Not only that, he brought back an entire group of hostages. He is not stopping even when our cells at all the different places are almost full. He really wants to drive Smith Co. to destruction! Not only that, he looks down on everyone. And by that, I mean everyone. The subordinates are already complaining about him!”

emotion or reaction after hearing those words. No one could read his expression. “What do you want me to do then?” he calmly

to the point. “It would be great if you could embarrass Matthew in public and warn him to show more respect

saying that Matthew did something not even more than ten of you together could do. And not only are the lot of you not grateful for him, but you are even complaining about him hogging the spotlight and you want

throughout the years. That is exactly why we know that they are a nasty and stubborn bunch that is completely

for Owen lately. But now that he heard these ominous words, his face immediately fell and he growled, “In the end, it is simply because you guys are afraid of losing to

with his big palms. Leaning closer to the subordinate, he kept his dark eyes fixated on the subordinate as he stated, “Remember this. We will only grow at a faster pace without Alexander. Anyone who doesn’t

As beads of cold sweat rolled down from his forehead, he whimpered,

He froze for a second when he

she here now?” Owen muttered under his breath. When he turned his head to look at the subordinate beside him, the confusion on Owen’s face turned to realization and he increased the strength of his grip. “It seems like I have kept an ingrate by

in pain at this

a few seconds before he released his grip and stood up. He then strode away after giving the subordinate a

he was greeted by the

seat

sudden realization that Wendy had assigned someone to keep an eye on him all this while. Without even greeting her, he plopped down on

suggested, “You have been making plenty of big moves lately. It is about time the subordinates get some rest after doing so

so that he doesn’t make more trouble! Owen thought to himself before he voiced out his

some kind of achievement, you are, once again, complaining about me being over the top. Are you actually displeased about how I do things, or do you

didn’t understand why Wendy always had

second-guessing my judgment?” Wendy turned on her imposing mannerism as a leader. Her gaze turned cold and sharp, and she seemed to have become a completely different

both the founder of Triune and our spiritual leader, Miss Jennings. I have never