Bring Your A Game, Mr

Alexander countered coolly. “They never wanted me to explain myself when they were profiting off my management, but suddenly a little crisis comes along and I’m expected to face the gallows? I had no idea that the Griffiths are bottom-feeders who switch sides when it’s convenient to do so.”

“Who do you think you’re talking to, boy? Watch your mouth!” the man from earlier barked angrily. He obviously spoke on behalf of those who were restless and disapproving of Alexander’s recent business maneuvers.

As the man stood up, he exasperatedly slammed the table while furiously adding, “Even your grandfather did not disrespect us like this when he was alive, Alexander, but here you are, thinking you’re above us now that you’ve taken his place! Let me make one thing clear: we only came today because we want you to choose—are you going to keep our best interests at heart, or are you going to give up everything for that woman?

you a false sense of achievement.” There might be underlying complexities to the Griffths’ corporate and family interests,

would never have attained their fortune without the Griffiths, but now, it seemed that they were

faltered and turned to look at Madeline for help. The both of them exchanged a glance like they were telepathically communicating with each other. Naturally, Alexander and Elise caught the silent exchange. “Mom,” he called out flatly. “What is it?” Guilt colored Madeline’s features as she stiffened at her son’s

gaze, although she quickly avoided it and willed

the life of her come up with an answer. She knew her son was far too sharp-witted to fall for any of her lies;