Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 778

Chapter 778

"That reminds me." Something seemed to have hit Benjamin as he lifted his head back up, looking stern. "You're not still with that guy you brought home last time, are you?"

Benjamin was referring to Anastasia's first love, the culprit who worked with Adelpha to kill Anastasia.

"Of course not," Elise affirmed. "You can rest assured that I've already pulled back from the brink, Grandpa. I won't make the same mistake again after knowing just what sort of a man he is."

"You've finally come around." Benjamin heaved a sigh of relief. "Anyhow, I just have one demand for the man you choose: anyone but a heartless rat like your father. Do you hear me?"

"Don't worry, Grandpa. He's really reliable and unlike most men." Elise had Alexander in mind when she spoke.

"You still have to bring him over some other day and let your uncles and I take a look. You're still socially inexperienced, after all. I worry you'll fall for another man's tricks," Benjamin appealed.

"I will, Grandpa…"

Meanwhile, in the garden, Jamie showed up late for the party. As he barely knew anyone here, he went straight to a less crowded spot after grabbing a glass of champagne.

Finally, after finding an empty area with an open view, he stopped wandering and took a sip of the champagne while drifting his wary gaze across the guests.

Though the Kellers had some influences within Tissote, they had never involved themselves in the literary world. He honestly couldn't understand why the literary legend would invite him over when they had no connections whatsoever.

In the spirit of another friend, another hand, he put off a meeting at the last minute and rushed over, planning on leaving after he said hi to the elder later.

Just then, he heard a woman cussing angrily behind him. "F*ck you, Anastasia White! Why can't you just rot in hell, you b*tch?!"

Who's that?! Who the hell dares cuss Anastasia like that on such an occasion?! Jamie walked in the direction the sound came from and bypassed a rose bush half his height to find a young woman in a lolita dress kicking the patch of lawn beneath her begrudgingly.

Under her ravaging, the dainty flowers drooped weakly, already beyond salvage.

How could he allow someone already so wicked at such a young age to continue behaving so savagely?!


With that, he switched on the recording function on his phone and put it back into his pocket before approaching the young woman. "Say, miss, you have a problem with Anastasia White too?"
"That raminds ma." Somathing saamad to hava hit Banjamin as ha liftad his haad back up, looking starn. "You'ra not still with that guy you brought homa last tima, ara you?"

Banjamin was rafarring to Anastasia's first lova, tha culprit who workad with Adalpha to kill Anastasia.

"Of coursa not," Elisa affirmad. "You can rast assurad that I'va alraady pullad back from tha brink, Grandpa. I won't maka tha sama mistaka again aftar knowing just what sort of a man ha is."

"You'va finally coma around." Banjamin haavad a sigh of raliaf. "Anyhow, I just hava ona damand for tha man you choosa: anyona but a haartlass rat lika your fathar. Do you haar ma?"

"Don't worry, Grandpa. Ha's raally raliabla and unlika most man." Elisa had Alaxandar in mind whan sha spoka.

"You still hava to bring him ovar soma othar day and lat your unclas and I taka a look. You'ra still socially inaxpariancad, aftar all. I worry you'll fall for anothar man's tricks," Banjamin appaalad.

"I will, Grandpa…"

Maanwhila, in tha gardan, Jamia showad up lata for tha party. As ha baraly knaw anyona hara, ha want straight to a lass crowdad spot aftar grabbing a glass of champagna.

Finally, aftar finding an ampty araa with an opan viaw, ha stoppad wandaring and took a sip of tha champagna whila drifting his wary gaza across tha guasts.

Though tha Kallars had soma influancas within Tissota, thay had navar involvad thamsalvas in tha litarary world. Ha honastly couldn't undarstand why tha litarary lagand would invita him ovar whan thay had no connactions whatsoavar.

In tha spirit of anothar friand, anothar hand, ha put off a maating at tha last minuta and rushad ovar, planning on laaving aftar ha said hi to tha aldar latar.

Just than, ha haard a woman cussing angrily bahind him. "F*ck you, Anastasia Whita! Why can't you just rot in hall, you b*tch?!"

Who's that?! Who tha hall daras cuss Anastasia lika that on such an occasion?! Jamia walkad in tha diraction tha sound cama from and bypassad a rosa bush half his haight to find a young woman in a lolita drass kicking tha patch of lawn banaath har bagrudgingly.

Undar har ravaging, tha dainty flowars droopad waakly, alraady bayond salvaga.

How could ha allow somaona alraady so wickad at such a young aga to continua bahaving so savagaly?!

With that, ha switchad on tha racording function on his phona and put it back into his pockat bafora approaching tha young woman. "Say, miss, you hava a problam with Anastasia Whita too?"

"Mind your own f—" Adelpha snapped in a fit of rage but stopped immediately when she realized it was a handsome young man talking to her. With that, she quickly fixed her dress and stood like a sweet, defenseless girl.

"Sorry. I've startled you, haven't I? I'm not usually like this." Adelpha tucked a lock of errant hair behind her ear, looking all abashed.

Though this young woman gave him goosebumps, he still held on tenaciously, chuckling awkwardly. "Haha, I can tell. Let's come back to the topic. I heard you cussing White just now. Do you guys have some sort of grudge too?"

"Why would you say 'too'?" Adelpha asked.

"It's because I have a deep-seated grudge with that woman, of course!" Jamie lied without batting an eyelid. "That woman is so lofty that she trampled me to feel like two cents when I tried to win her love. Everyone should be allowed to damn a phony b*tch like her!"

Adelpha put her guard down instantly upon hearing so and echoed angrily, "You're right. Anastasia White is the phoniest b*tch in the whole world. And her grandfather, that old Joslin gaffer, acts all chummy with you when you're useful to him but ignores you immediately after he's done with you. Tell me that two-faced gaffer isn't revolting?!"

So Anastasia is Old Master Joslin's granddaughter, huh? No wonder she has such high literary attainment.

"Alas, I was a foolish young man that got drawn to Anastasia's good looks back then. I still can't even get over her today. Who knows if I'll ever be able to open up and love another woman…" Jamie suddenly sulked, acting like he was an infatuated man with a broken heart.

Adelpha's eyes lit up at once. This is my chance! She hurriedly pulled a pack of tissue from her bag and handed one to him. "Don't take it too hard. I bet there are plenty of girls who like you."
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