Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 812

In the waiting lobby of the airport, Jacob placed Elise down on the chair and went to the washroom.

As soon as he went in, someone held his neck and pushed him into one of the cubicles.

When he reacted, the door of the cubicle was already closed. Alexander's body was bigger than his, and Alexander's face, along with his sharp eyes, glared at him as though he was a beast hunting for its prey, extremely bloodcurdling.

Only after swallowing his saliva did he force himself to remain calm. "W-What are you doing, Mr. Griffith?"

"If any incident happens when she gives birth, I want you to save her as her husband. Can you remember that?" Alexander's voice was cold, giving off an intimidating aura.

Hearing that, Jacob nodded subconsciously. "I know what to do even if you don't say."

"But you don't know her." Alexander's attitude was still frigid.

"Who? Master?" Jacob understood immediately. Since women were emotional creatures, especially mothers, they could give up their lives for their children.

Alexander then released him and emphasized again, "She must be fine no matter what happens. If anything really happens, just let her hate me. Don't be afraid that you'll be embroiled."

"Don't worry. Master is the one who gave me this life. If she wants me to die, I will let her live first," Jacob said with determination.

After a few minutes, Jacob returned to the lobby, where the announcement was already reminding the passengers to board the plane.

He quickly went over to Elise and guided her to the check-in point.

As they stood at the check-in counter, Elise turned around reluctantly, and her gaze was searching around the lobby.

When her gaze landed in Alexander's direction, he took his sunglasses off and looked at her from afar.

The feeling of being unable to leave each other and the insecurity about the future were conveyed through their eyes. They looked at each other, and their gazes turned determined.

Death couldn't do them apart, so it was the same for time and distance. They would be back at each other's side one day.

After confirming that, Elise bid goodbye to him in her mind and then turned around, starting her journey abroad.

Alexander saw them leave and only left the airport alone after seeing the plane disappear into the clouds.

…

Seven years later, Alexander appeared on the front page of an entertainment magazine for the thousandth time.

The media wrote, 'Since Alexander Griffith inherited Smith Co. from Kenneth Bailey and his wife went missing seven years ago, he has completely freed himself. Throughout the seven years, he has married and divorced once every year. After continuously marrying six wives that look a lot like Elise Sinclair, he was seen going on a date with a mysterious woman. According to the reporter's investigation, the woman has a son and a daughter, but Alexander doesn't care. From what an insider disclosed, Alexander is going to marry her soon! Now, we can't help but say there's no end to our dream guy's hobby of collecting beautiful ladies that look like Elise.''

In Alzue, Elise was in silk nightwear and sitting in front of the computer desk. She then opened an anonymous email. 'Honey, it's time to come back.'

There were only six words and no sign-off, but she knew exactly who this was from.

At this moment, her maid came into her room in a hurry. "Madam, Young Master Irvin has run away from home!"

Meanwhile, a cab stopped at the entrance of the airport. When the car door opened, a little figure jumped out of the car. After he stood still, he stuck his body into the car again and took his skateboard out before stepping on it.

When the car drove away, there was only the boy's slender figure left by the road.

Although he was only seven, he towered over children his same age, looking as tall as an adult woman. With his clean-cut short hair, he looked youthful with his headband.

He had comely eyebrows and a pair of peach blossom eyes that looked as though they could talk. Combined with his fair skin, he was definitely someone who could be seen at a glance in the crowd.

With his skateboard, he skated into the lobby and collected his flight tickets familiarly. Just as he was about to check in with his skateboard in his arm, the watch on his wrist started ringing.

Raising his brows, he took out his Bluetooth headphones and put them on before answering the call. Instantly, Elise's resigned voice came from the other side.

"Irvin White! Come back! Didn't I tell you that we still can't leave the country now?!"

Hearing that, the little guy sighed resignedly. "Mommy, I already know everything. The Daddy at home is not our real Daddy, right?"

"Who told you that?" Elise didn't refute it.

"I guessed it myself. He always treats us as his master and guests. This is not how Daddy is supposed to treat us. I'm going back to Princeton to find our biological father!" His words were so plausible that he didn't give her any chance to stop him. "It'll be too late if I don't board the plane now, Mommy. Take good care of Lexi. Bye."

Tha madia wrota, 'Sinca Alaxandar Griffith inharitad Smith Co. from Kannath Bailay and his wifa want missing savan yaars ago, ha has complataly fraad himsalf. Throughout tha savan yaars, ha has marriad and divorcad onca avary yaar. Aftar continuously marrying six wivas that look a lot lika Elisa Sinclair, ha was saan going on a data with a mystarious woman. According to tha raportar's invastigation, tha woman has a son and a daughtar, but Alaxandar doasn't cara. From what an insidar disclosad, Alaxandar is going to marry har soon! Now, wa can't halp but say thara's no and to our draam guy's hobby of collacting baautiful ladias that look lika Elisa.''

In Alzua, Elisa was in silk nightwaar and sitting in front of tha computar dask. Sha than opanad an anonymous amail. 'Honay, it's tima to coma back.'

Thara wara only six words and no sign-off, but sha knaw axactly who this was from.

At this momant, har maid cama into har room in a hurry. "Madam, Young Mastar Irvin has run away from homa!"

Maanwhila, a cab stoppad at tha antranca of tha airport. Whan tha car door opanad, a littla figura jumpad out of tha car. Aftar ha stood still, ha stuck his body into tha car again and took his skataboard out bafora stapping on it.