Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 754

She stood in front of Alexander and behaved elegantly as she spoke. "M—"

Before she could even say 'Mr. Griffith', Alexander walked past her at first instance and walked toward

Jamie, who was standing at a distance.

The woman's hand that held the champagne flute hung mid-air and after an awkward moment, she

silently withdrew her hand.

Several other socialites rushed over to gloat at her.

"Oh my, you've been ignored. It's such a pity!"

"What did I say? Alexander doesn't even regard us as people worthy of being acquainted with him.

Such people are just playing hard to get!"

"Hey, I have my self-awareness. If those people who are not as handsome as Alexander look down on

me, then how would Alexander pay attention to me?"

"Alexander's arrogance makes him handsome, though. That was so hot!"

"Shut the hell up!" The woman in the middle was exasperated and threw a death glare in Alexander's

direction. "What is there to be proud of? He's just a widower, alright? Why is he pretending to be a

gentleman? He's just someone who brings misfortune to his wife and is destined to remain a lifelong

bachelor!"

She was more than prepared to let Alexander depend on her for the rest of her life and follow his

wishes. When he wanted money, she provided him with it. Yet, he had the guts to ignore her!

She was so shocked that she didn't have the time to remove her mask!

As soon as the woman said those words, a melodious voice emerged from behind the socialites.

"I've finally learned that you girls are really sour grapes…"

When the group of socialites turned around, they only saw a woman wearing a fox-like mask and

swirling the wine in the glass she held while her lips had a contemptuous smile.

The gown that she wore had been newly released and paraded on the catwalk. As it had a high slit on

the shoulders of the attire, it gave off a domineering aura, while the lace gently moved with each

movement of hers. One could imagine the force she radiated when she walked, which meant that the

woman hiding behind the mask had misty yet observant eyes on top of her ambition.

The upper left corner of her mask was adorned with camellias, which made her identity mysterious and

unpredictable.

"For people like Alexander, even though they are not rich and famous, they will still ignore women like

you."

The moment she said those words, she downed the remaining wine in her glass and turned to leave

the scene.

"Stand right there!" One of the socialites finally regained her composure over those dreamy thoughts

and rushed to catch the woman's shoulder. She wanted to force that woman with the fox-like mask to

face her.

The moment she did so, the socialite met the woman's sharp gaze and froze in fright as she

instinctively withdrew her hand. What a powerful aura she has!

The woman saw through the socialite's façade and sneered. "Before you want to stop someone from

leaving, you have to make sure of one thing. Each and every one of us here today is either wealthy or

influential. Are you sure you have the ability to pick a fight against me? Perhaps, I should let you wear

my mask instead?"

It was obvious that the socialite lacked the courage to do so.

Since both sides were wearing masks, even if there was a conflict, it was difficult to resolve it. However,

once the mask was taken off and the other party was someone influential, it would spell trouble for the

weaker side.

The socialite was aware of this point even though she had been pampered for most of her life.

She and her closest friends were still stunned even after a few seconds. In the end, the woman with the

fox-like mask sneered and left.

Charissa was about to head to the ladies to touch up on her makeup about half an hour later. As she

entered the walkway, she heard Lucas speaking on the cell phone.

"Are you sure you are the winner of the International Dance Competition? Take the person to the back

garden and don't let anyone discover you."

When Lucas was done with his phone call, he exited and ran into Charissa, which caused his

expression to become unnatural. "What did you hear?"

"Are you looking for someone else to dance with you? Then, what about me?" She did not beat around

the bush.

"You should take a rest at the side. Let the person represent you on the dance floor. When we have

won, it'll be your turn to go on stage. No one will realize it," he replied confidently.

"Yet, I'll realize it," an arrogant Charissa reminded him. "It's just a friendly match. It all depends on your

own strength whether you win or lose. Do you have to cheat like this?"

Lucas grinned. "Of course you won't have to. The one who has to dance samba in shorts also won't be

you. I'm warning you not to mess around by swapping the people around. If you ruin my plans, I'll be

sure to make you pay!"

Charissa's eyes widened in fury when she heard that. "Lucas Potter, how dare you speak to me in such

a tone?!"

"What tone did I speak to you in?" He remained stubborn, as if he was not afraid of the consequences.

"If you aren't Jamie's woman, do you think I'll have my eye on you? I've been taking good care of you

all these while, so what is there to be dissatisfied about?

"B*stard!" Charissa gritted her teeth as she tightly clenched her hands into fists.

"I've always been a b*stard. It's not like you just found out about it. Even if I am one, you still fell for me,

no?" Lucas walked forward to her and showed that he was a rogue man.

"You—"

In her fury, Charissa wanted to raise her hand to slap him, but he was a step faster than her and

knocked her to the ground instead.

"B*tch!" Lucas viciously pointed at her. "Follow my orders or face my wrath. We have such a huge

gamble today, so I need a foolproof plan. Whoever dares to mess with it will regret the day they cross

me!"

"Right, aren't you the greatest? I used to think that you are unworthy. Now, however, you are a

downright scumbag." A strong-willed Charissa rose to her feet and continued speaking, "I'll head out

now and announce that I am breaking up with you! We shall see how you are going to survive in the

competition then!"

At that, she turned and walked in the direction of the banquet hall.

There was an intent to kill in Lucas' eyes and without any hesitation, he rushed forward and covered

her mouth. Then, he dragged her toward the male lavatory.

"What are you looking at? Come and help!" Lucas barked at the bodyguard watching in the distance.

Together, the two of them managed to bind Charissa's limbs and left her in the hotel's utility room.

Lucas took Charissa's bag and fished out the mask from it. After a cold glance at the unconscious

Charissa, he opened the door and walked out. He wanted to head over to the back garden at the

fastest speed possible while there was still no one around.

Because he had sprinted, he never noticed that the woman with a fox-like mask had quietly followed

behind him from the corner.

Soon, he arrived at the back garden and passed the mask to the dance champion that he had hired.

"Wait for two minutes before entering. Don't say hello to anyone and immediately look for me," he

ordered. "Don't reveal your identity. Once this is said and done, I'll give you more cash."

After Lucas had explained himself, he returned to the banquet hall.

The said woman wore the mask and waited for two minutes before she lifted her foot to start her walk

to the bright banquet hall.

However, just as her feet had crossed the threshold, she felt like she had been stung by a bee. When

she tried to place her hand on her back, she immediately lost consciousness and collapsed.

The woman with the fox-like mask then supported the dance champion from behind and locked her up

in another room, all while avoiding the curious gazes of the guests.

The door opened again, but it was a different woman who emerged while wearing Charissa's mask as

she calmly entered the venue thereafter.