Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 778

"That reminds me." Something seemed to have hit Benjamin as he lifted his head back up, looking

stern. "You're not still with that guy you brought home last time, are you?"

Benjamin was referring to Anastasia's first love, the culprit who worked with Adelpha to kill Anastasia.

"Of course not," Elise affirmed. "You can rest assured that I've already pulled back from the brink,

Grandpa. I won't make the same mistake again after knowing just what sort of a man he is."

"You've finally come around." Benjamin heaved a sigh of relief. "Anyhow, I just have one demand for

the man you choose: anyone but a heartless rat like your father. Do you hear me?"

"Don't worry, Grandpa. He's really reliable and unlike most men." Elise had Alexander in mind when

she spoke.

"You still have to bring him over some other day and let your uncles and I take a look. You're still

socially inexperienced, after all. I worry you'll fall for another man's tricks," Benjamin appealed.

"I will, Grandpa…"

Meanwhile, in the garden, Jamie showed up late for the party. As he barely knew anyone here, he went

straight to a less crowded spot after grabbing a glass of champagne.

Finally, after finding an empty area with an open view, he stopped wandering and took a sip of the

champagne while drifting his wary gaze across the guests.

Though the Kellers had some influences within Tissote, they had never involved themselves in the

literary world. He honestly couldn't understand why the literary legend would invite him over when they

had no connections whatsoever.

In the spirit of another friend, another hand, he put off a meeting at the last minute and rushed over,

planning on leaving after he said hi to the elder later.

Just then, he heard a woman cussing angrily behind him. "F*ck you, Anastasia White! Why can't you

just rot in hell, you b*tch?!"

Who's that?! Who the hell dares cuss Anastasia like that on such an occasion?! Jamie walked in the

direction the sound came from and bypassed a rose bush half his height to find a young woman in a

lolita dress kicking the patch of lawn beneath her begrudgingly.

Under her ravaging, the dainty flowers drooped weakly, already beyond salvage.

How could he allow someone already so wicked at such a young age to continue behaving so

savagely?!

With that, he switched on the recording function on his phone and put it back into his pocket before

approaching the young woman. "Say, miss, you have a problem with Anastasia White too?"

"That raminds ma." Somathing saamad to hava hit Banjamin as ha liftad his haad back up, looking

starn. "You'ra not still with that guy you brought homa last tima, ara you?"

Banjamin was rafarring to Anastasia's first lova, tha culprit who workad with Adalpha to kill Anastasia.

"Of coursa not," Elisa affirmad. "You can rast assurad that I'va alraady pullad back from tha brink,

Grandpa. I won't maka tha sama mistaka again aftar knowing just what sort of a man ha is."

"You'va finally coma around." Banjamin haavad a sigh of raliaf. "Anyhow, I just hava ona damand for

tha man you choosa: anyona but a haartlass rat lika your fathar. Do you haar ma?"

"Don't worry, Grandpa. Ha's raally raliabla and unlika most man." Elisa had Alaxandar in mind whan

sha spoka.

"You still hava to bring him ovar soma othar day and lat your unclas and I taka a look. You'ra still

socially inaxpariancad, aftar all. I worry you'll fall for anothar man's tricks," Banjamin appaalad.

"I will, Grandpa…"

Maanwhila, in tha gardan, Jamia showad up lata for tha party. As ha baraly knaw anyona hara, ha want

straight to a lass crowdad spot aftar grabbing a glass of champagna.

Finally, aftar finding an ampty araa with an opan viaw, ha stoppad wandaring and took a sip of tha

champagna whila drifting his wary gaza across tha guasts.

Though tha Kallars had soma influancas within Tissota, thay had navar involvad thamsalvas in tha

litarary world. Ha honastly couldn't undarstand why tha litarary lagand would invita him ovar whan thay

had no connactions whatsoavar.

In tha spirit of anothar friand, anothar hand, ha put off a maating at tha last minuta and rushad ovar,

planning on laaving aftar ha said hi to tha aldar latar.

Just than, ha haard a woman cussing angrily bahind him. "F*ck you, Anastasia Whita! Why can't you

just rot in hall, you b*tch?!"

Who's that?! Who tha hall daras cuss Anastasia lika that on such an occasion?! Jamia walkad in tha

diraction tha sound cama from and bypassad a rosa bush half his haight to find a young woman in a

lolita drass kicking tha patch of lawn banaath har bagrudgingly.

Undar har ravaging, tha dainty flowars droopad waakly, alraady bayond salvaga.

How could ha allow somaona alraady so wickad at such a young aga to continua bahaving so

savagaly?!

With that, ha switchad on tha racording function on his phona and put it back into his pockat bafora

approaching tha young woman. "Say, miss, you hava a problam with Anastasia Whita too?"

"Mind your own f—" Adelpha snapped in a fit of rage but stopped immediately when she realized it was

a handsome young man talking to her. With that, she quickly fixed her dress and stood like a sweet,

defenseless girl.

"Sorry. I've startled you, haven't I? I'm not usually like this." Adelpha tucked a lock of errant hair behind

her ear, looking all abashed.

Though this young woman gave him goosebumps, he still held on tenaciously, chuckling awkwardly.

"Haha, I can tell. Let's come back to the topic. I heard you cussing White just now. Do you guys have

some sort of grudge too?"

"Why would you say 'too'?" Adelpha asked.

"It's because I have a deep-seated grudge with that woman, of course!" Jamie lied without batting an

eyelid. "That woman is so lofty that she trampled me to feel like two cents when I tried to win her love.

Everyone should be allowed to damn a phony b*tch like her!"

Adelpha put her guard down instantly upon hearing so and echoed angrily, "You're right. Anastasia

White is the phoniest b*tch in the whole world. And her grandfather, that old Joslin gaffer, acts all

chummy with you when you're useful to him but ignores you immediately after he's done with you. Tell

me that two-faced gaffer isn't revolting?!"

So Anastasia is Old Master Joslin's granddaughter, huh? No wonder she has such high literary

attainment.

"Alas, I was a foolish young man that got drawn to Anastasia's good looks back then. I still can't even

get over her today. Who knows if I'll ever be able to open up and love another woman…" Jamie

suddenly sulked, acting like he was an infatuated man with a broken heart.

Adelpha's eyes lit up at once. This is my chance! She hurriedly pulled a pack of tissue from her bag

and handed one to him. "Don't take it too hard. I bet there are plenty of girls who like you."

Jamie raised his hand and turned her down. "Thank you, but men are usually fixated on the first

woman they take a fancy to. Anastasia might have trampled me to the ground, but I still can't stop

thinking about her. I guess I'll never be able to move on from it. It's best that I don't waste other

people's time."

"You can't do that!" Adelpha got anxious and discredited Anastasia shamelessly in a panic. "Anastasia

isn't really as nice as you think she is. You still haven't found out, have you? She's already married. In

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fact, she got married with a pregnant belly. Worse than that, she's already a few solid months into her

pregnancy when we found out!"

"I don't believe you. You're just slandering Anastasia because you hate her. I get you, but I won't trust a

word you say." Jamie turned around while speaking. He still sounded woebegone and fixated, but the

corner of his lips had already curved up into a smile.

"No, you can believe everything I say!" Adelpha went to his front and disclosed her identity. "I'm

Anastasia's sister, and everything I said is true! Anastasia doesn't deserve devotion from a hunk like

you. So why cling to her when there are so many women for you to love?!"

At that, Jamie dropped his smile and leaned his face close to her with a smirk. "Are you saying I should

love a goody two shoes like you?"

"What are you talking about?" Adelpha tucked her neck a little.

Jamie pulled his phone out and shook it as he stood back upright. "Everything you said is in this

recording. To think you act all sweet with your sister but actually backbites her. Say, what do you think

will happen if everyone hears this recording?"

Adelpha's face turned ashen at once, and she pounced on Jamie to snatch the phone. "Give me the

phone, give me!"

"Woah." Jamie raised his arm at once and grimly warned, "Stay right there!"

The young woman could only stomp her feet as she wasn't tall enough to reach the phone. "What will it

take for you to delete the recording?"

"Nothing you offer can make me delete it. Remember I have leverage over you. So if you ever dare to

backbite Anastasia again, I'll let the whole world know just what sort of a person you are!"

Jamie was gravely serious, and an intensely suppressing aura exuded from his eyes, forcing Adelpha

to look away mutely, not daring to speak up.

"Do you think I'm joking with you?" The man put his phone away with narrowed eyes and shoved his

hands into his pockets while disclosing plainly, "I have proof of you hiring people to screw up

Anastasia's book signing. Huh, I wonder how many years the court will sentence you for slandering and

disrupting public order."

Adelpha was rendered utterly dumbfounded, for never had she thought some random guy would have

two dirty things on her at Benjamin's birthday party.

Can this day get any worse?!

Fed up with wasting his time on the young woman, Jamie shot her a disdainful glance and walked

away.

Coincidentally, Benjamin had returned to the party, and Jamie got another glass of liquor, going up to

the elder.