Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 886

Chapter 886

When Wendy and her assistant left, Brendan finally relaxed.

''How did I do?'' he asked as he nudged Alexander playfully.

''The anxiety of being threatened, the drama of choosing to betray your family easily got you three points for being such a talented actor! You should have joined Jack in showbiz.''

''Oh, very funny!'' Brendan shook his head, turned around, and placed his wine glass down.' 'My scenes are over. Let's go.''

''A rising star shouldn't be leaving his play this early!'' Alexander teased him.

''I can assure you that if Elise were waiting for you at home right now, you'd get yourself kicked out faster than me.'' Brendan purposely picked on him.

''Forget what I said. Just see yourself out.''

Brendan smiled cheekily. Then, he donned his anxious mask and departed from the party.

Not long after he left, Simon called Alexander over.

''Your highnesses, this is Mr. Alexander from Smith Co. I trust that we will be able to produce more than satisfactory designs for the competition!'' Simon introduced him proudly.

Alexander nodded his head politely as a way of greeting.

''Really?'' Prince Caleb was hooked as he questioned, ''Perhaps we would have the honor of meeting the representative of Smith Co.?''

Wendy, who wasn't far away, quirked her lips into a subtle smile.

She had seen Brendan leave the building. So, she would just love to see what Alexander could pull out of his sleeves now.

''I apologize, Prince Caleb. Unfortunately, our company's representative hasn't been feeling well. So I sent him home to rest to be able to participate in the competition in his best condition.'' Alexander explained confidently.

He spoke with an air of self-assurance, so it was easy enough for him to earn the trust of the prince and princess.

''Don't worry about it. The people's health always comes first. Please give our salutations to Mr. Griffith. We truly wish your genius designer a speedy recovery.'' Prince Caleb said, as he was of gentle nature and wasn't about to make things difficult for Alexander.

''Is Amy the designer of Smith Co.?'' Princess Diana asked. Even though her Mandarin was poor, she asked excitedly before switching back to her mother tongue. ''You know what, she's the best designer! If Amy is going to compete, it couldn't be any more perfect!''

The Amy she's talking about is actually Elise Sinclair!

But, of course, Alexander will not reveal his trump card this early. Therefore, as an attempt to smooth things over, ''As the wise had said, the waves behind drive on those before. Amy's reign has already passed, and there is now an endless stream of excellent designers in Cittadel. I'm sure there will definitely be someone who will make the princess shine!''

''Okay, then I'm eager to meet the new rising star in fashion design.'' Princess Diana chimed in enthusiastically.

Wendy came up to Alexander and decided to interrupt their friendly chat.

''Prince Caleb, with all due respect, the champions of Princeton University design competition are over this way. However, if your highnesses don't mind, I would like to give you a tour.'' Wendy cut in with a friendly smile.

''Yeah, we don't mind. We will be able to see the most outstanding designer! Madam, will you please lead the way?'' Princess Diana promptly said, utterly intrigued.

''Right this way, your highnesses!'' Wendy stood aside with her cane to allow them to pass.

Prince Caleb led Princess Diana to the main entrance.

Wendy turned to leave on her high heels but turned to Alexander with a sly smile, ''Sorry for stealing your thunder, Alexander. I'll definitely let you have it next time. If there's a next time.''

''Don't worry. The wind blows both ways. Since you're the elder, you ought to have the first pick. On the bright side, the royal highnesses will see my brother's incomparable work of art after your grand tour. I should be thanking you for giving us this opportunity!'' Alexander replied nonchalantly.

Wendy shook her head in contempt.

Elise was gone, and Brendan was her pawn. Yet, Alexander was still immersed in the fantasy of his own making, where he still had a fighting chance.

''I hope that you'll be able to have the last laugh!''

Call her petty; although she knew that victory was hers, she refused to allow Alexander to have the last say. So, she held on to her assistant's arm and turned to follow the prince and princess' footsteps.

The royal guard walked over briskly after she left. He quickly tucked a business card into Alexander's hand and continued his duty to chaperone the prince and princess.

Alexander read the card and saved the number into his contacts. His face was expressionless as he put the business card away as if nothing had happened then he headed back to the party.

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Meanwhile, Jamie ate his supplements heartily despite being a patient confined to his private ward. Julius and Arthur sat at his bedside with grim looks. Despite remaining silent, they were thinking about similar things.

''Okay, than I'm aagar to maat tha naw rising star in fashion dasign.'' Princass Diana chimad in anthusiastically.

Wandy cama up to Alaxandar and dacidad to intarrupt thair friandly chat.

''Princa Calab, with all dua raspact, tha champions of Princaton Univarsity dasign compatition ara ovar this way. Howavar, if your highnassas don't mind, I would lika to giva you a tour.'' Wandy cut in with a friandly smila.

''Yaah, wa don't mind. Wa will ba abla to saa tha most outstanding dasignar! Madam, will you plaasa laad tha way?'' Princass Diana promptly said, uttarly intriguad.

''Right this way, your highnassas!'' Wandy stood asida with har cana to allow tham to pass.

Princa Calab lad Princass Diana to tha main antranca.

Wandy turnad to laava on har high haals but turnad to Alaxandar with a sly smila, ''Sorry for staaling your thundar, Alaxandar. I'll dafinitaly lat you hava it naxt tima. If thara's a naxt tima.''

''Don't worry. Tha wind blows both ways. Sinca you'ra tha aldar, you ought to hava tha first pick. On tha bright sida, tha royal highnassas will saa my brothar's incomparabla work of art aftar your grand tour. I should ba thanking you for giving us this opportunity!'' Alaxandar rapliad nonchalantly.

Wandy shook har haad in contampt.

Elisa was gona, and Brandan was har pawn. Yat, Alaxandar was still immarsad in tha fantasy of his own making, whara ha still had a fighting chanca.

''I hopa that you'll ba abla to hava tha last laugh!''
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