Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 103 Why is He Always Losing?

At the same time, Alexander was backstage at the same race. He was cheering on one of the contestants that day. “You’ve been training for two years now; it’s about time you evaluate yourself with this race. Good luck! I’m looking forward to your performance.”

The other man gave him a firm nod. “Don’t worry, Young Master Alex. I will do my best!” The person was none other than Wilson DeMarco, the only representative of Cittadel that day! Alexander had spent large amounts of money to develop Wilson as a racer.

“Wilson DeMarco from the fourth group, please get ready!” Wilson stood up once he heard his name being announced. After bidding goodbye to Alexander, he prepared to step onto the tracks. Alexander didn’t stay after that—he headed to his seats in Zone A after checking his tickets. However, the moment he sat down, he saw a familiar figure sitting just three rows in front of him. Joy? That’s odd. I didn’t expect to bump into her here. He smirked without thinking much about the encounter. Instead, he put all of his focus on the race.

“Let’s go, Number 6! You’re the only representative of Cittadel!” Jamie cried at the top of his lungs. His words caught Alexander’s attention, and Alexander was shocked when he saw Jamie. What a small world! But why would Jamie and Joy be together? It doesn’t really make sense for them to interact with one another—one lives in France while the other lives in Athesea. Judging by the way they are interacting now, it seems like they’re pretty close. It doesn’t look like they just met each other here.

Alexander shifted his gaze away. Am I overthinking this? Something feels weird!

Elise beamed when she saw Wilson. “This participant seems pretty good. I think he might be a favorite to win.” Jamie didn’t agree at all. “Wilson’s a new face in this scene, Boss. Furthermore, he’s not from one of the nearby countries. I think it’s unlikely for him to be a favorite.” Most of the locals here held prejudices toward people from faraway countries like Cittadel. In fact, that was one of the reasons Elise nearly lost her title as the champion back then.

the rules of the race, but she genuinely thought that Wilson seemed like a promising racer. Her predictions were right—Wilson won first place within his

he has great potential,” Elise uttered in a serious tone. Jamie sighed once more. “Boss, although you’re my boss, let’s agree to disagree this time. I still think Z from Germany has better skills. I have more

in response. “Why don’t

chest immediately as he had never once won a

here at the race, let’s bet on the person we think

I’ve never won a single bet against you. You’re going to take my entire fortune if we continue betting! Please show me some kindness and spare

playful words made Elise burst out laughing. “Okay! Fine! You look so pitiful when you talk that way. Let’s just place a small

only be betting on a meal and nothing more. “A

we can’t go back on our promises, okay?” Once they made the deal, both of them shifted their focus back to the race. At that moment, Elise felt someone tapping on her shoulder. She turned around to find Alexander staring directly at her. She was so shocked that her eyeballs nearly popped out of her sockets. “M-Mr.

and Jamie for a while. Jamie was shocked by Alexander’s glare. “What a coincidence! I didn’t expect to see you here, Miss Sinclair.” He then turned to Jamie. “Are you here to watch

generate possible stories to ensure that Elise’s identity wouldn’t be exposed. “I happened to drop by for business, and I came over to watch this race because

don’t know each other now? How odd! He couldn’t help but recall how Jamie and Elise used to spend time together in the Griffith Residence. Images of the past were juxtaposed with scenes of the present, although