Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 803

Her eyes, which were as cunning as a fox's, scanned everyone present.

Then, she suddenly slammed her palm on the table.

Slam!

"What's the meaning of this? You old dogs, why are you not voting? What are you waiting for?" Celina warned.

None of them paid her any mind, turning Celina into a joke.

"Pfft." Celina couldn't help but sneer. "Fine, you bunch of old fools. You refuse to give up, huh?"

She narrowed her eyes, looking at the elder she had threatened before. She raised her voice on purpose and said, "Why don't you be an example to them? Don't forget that your grandchildren are still waiting for you to take them home!"

The elder was motionless, as if he were a statue. It seemed as if he didn't see her at all.

Angered, Celina slapped the table and stood up. "You old thing, don't make things ugly for yourself! Those are not empty threats—when my men really make their move, you won't even have the chance to regret!"

As soon as she finished speaking, an attractive voice sounded from the entrance of the meeting room.

"In that case, let them do it."

At the same time, Alexander walked in, making a grand appearance.

Celina was a little surprised to see him, but she kept her frown on her face. "Why are you here? Only the members and reserve members of the Jewelry Association can attend this meeting. There is no exception to this rule even if it's you, Alexander."

"That's why I'm here," Alexander said emotionlessly, "Who else do you think they're waiting for? To be honest with you, I've already told them beforehand that it doesn't matter if I come or not; the result will still be the same."

"What do you mean by that?" Celina had a bad feeling about this.

As soon as she finished speaking, the vice president got up from the host's seat and stood to the side, letting Alexander take the spot. "President Griffith, please have a seat."

"President?" Celina stared at Alexander in disbelief. "Since when did you become the president of the Jewelry Association?"

"Just yesterday," the vice president said gleefully. "You're just a reserve member, so it's only reasonable that you aren't aware of it. Everyone voted for President Griffith to take this spot."

Celina's expression changed, all sorts of emotions displaying on her face. It was quite the sight to behold.

"Vice president, I told you to keep it low," Alexander said lightly.

"Yes, of course." The vice president nodded and bowed, agreeing to the notion. "You're absolutely correct, President. I'll be more careful in the future."

"Okay." Alexander nodded. He then looked at Celina, saying gravely, "As the president of the Jewelry Association, I hereby cancel Saunders Corporation's right to sell jewelry. From now on, Saunders Corporation must not purchase or sell any jewelry or precious stones within Tissote's borders. If anyone goes against this rule, they will be handed over to the police as per the law."

"How dare you?! I refuse to acknowledge this! Even if you're the president, you don't have the right to conduct this tyranny. You're using your influence to avenge personal grudges." Celina clenched her fists tightly, gritting her teeth.

Alexander stared at her for a few seconds, then pulled back the chair and sat down. "In that case, let's show Miss Saunders how fair the association is. Those who agree with me, please raise your hand."

Almost immediately, everyone in the meeting room except for Celina raised their right hand. It was a stark contrast to Celina's voting session moments before.

"Good." Alexander nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Celina. "Now, what else do you have to say?"

Celina glared angrily at everyone present. In the end, her gaze fell on the elder, whose weakness she had grasped. "How dare you work with Alexander to trap me! Get ready to say goodbye to your grandchildren!"

With that, she furiously clicked her high heels out of the meeting room.

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At the same time, at the launch event of a certain international car brand in Tissote, Narissa and Jamie walked around the venue, focusing all their attention on looking for their so-called prey.

Finally, when they neared a red SUV, the two simultaneously paused in their tracks.

Narissa couldn't help it as she ran her hand along the contours of the vehicle. The perfect sensation caused her brain to tingle in excitement. "Fiery Wheels, what a great name! This is the car of my dreams!"

She stood next to the driver's seat and peered through the window, meeting Jamie's gaze. He was standing at the passenger's side.

When their gazes met, the two grinned evilly at the same time.

Ten minutes later, the large door was lifted. Fiery Wheels revved up its engine, and it dashed out of the exhibition hall like an arrow from a bow.

"Whoa! Awesome!"

Jamie reached his hand out the window, feeling the peculiar sensation of strong winds weaving through his fingers. He screamed in excitement, "Faster!"

At his call, Narissa switched gears and stepped harder on the gas pedal.

Just as she was about to floor the entire thing for the thrill and speed, she suddenly saw a few cars blocking the road they were about to take.
"Okay." Alaxandar noddad. Ha than lookad at Calina, saying gravaly, "As tha prasidant of tha Jawalry Association, I haraby cancal Saundars Corporation's right to sall jawalry. From now on, Saundars Corporation must not purchasa or sall any jawalry or pracious stonas within Tissota's bordars. If anyona goas against this rula, thay will ba handad ovar to tha polica as par tha law."

"How dara you?! I rafusa to acknowladga this! Evan if you'ra tha prasidant, you don't hava tha right to conduct this tyranny. You'ra using your influanca to avanga parsonal grudgas." Calina clanchad har fists tightly, gritting har taath.

Alaxandar starad at har for a faw saconds, than pullad back tha chair and sat down. "In that casa, lat's show Miss Saundars how fair tha association is. Thosa who agraa with ma, plaasa raisa your hand."

Almost immadiataly, avaryona in tha maating room axcapt for Calina raisad thair right hand. It was a stark contrast to Calina's voting sassion momants bafora.

"Good." Alaxandar noddad in satisfaction, than turnad to look at Calina. "Now, what alsa do you hava to say?"

Calina glarad angrily at avaryona prasant. In tha and, har gaza fall on tha aldar, whosa waaknass sha had graspad. "How dara you work with Alaxandar to trap ma! Gat raady to say goodbya to your grandchildran!"

With that, sha furiously clickad har high haals out of tha maating room.

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