Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 814

Irvin dashed amok on the streets. Worried that he would become an easy target, he went into a mall he

came across.

But lo and behold, because his actions were too quick for him to react, he bumped straight into a

woman who was walking in his direction, causing her to stumble and lose her grip on her coffee,

spilling it on another woman.

The coffee instantly left a massive stain on the second woman's snow-white dress.

"Sorry!" Irvin hurriedly put his hands together and apologized. "I really didn't mean to do it. Are you

scalded?"

However, she didn't answer him immediately but only fixed her dress with a frown.

On the other hand, though, the man beside her had a hint of sadness in his eyes when he realized who

the child was.

Never did Alexander imagine finding the person he could only see through pictures and videos in the

last seven years to suddenly stand in front of him. However, it still hadn't come time for them to reunite.

"Where are your parents?" he asked, looking impassive on the surface, seemingly unfazed by the

minor accident.

"She's not here." Irvin owned up to it. "Even if she comes, we'll still have to apologize and compensate.

Your time will be wasted like that, so why don't I just compensate you now?"

A sliver of grimness laced Alexander's eyes, but he said nothing. Looks like this little rascal came back

on his own.

"You talk big for a little kid." The woman was in seventh heaven when she could finally hang out with

Alexander again, but her good mood was now ruined thanks to this little episode. She didn't want to

simply dismiss the issue, but then because Alexander was right next to her, she could only pretend to

make a joke out of it with a chuckle. "This designer dress is from a foreign brand's latest collection. It's

worth about ten thousand Alzue Vraleings. I'm afraid your bit of allowance isn't enough to pay for it."

"Alzue Vraleing? That's great. I haven't managed to exchange the currency yet." Irvin's eyes lit up, and

he pulled a wad of cash out of his bag. "Here you go, ma'am."

The woman took the cash from him dazedly, and to her surprise, it was indeed Alzue Vraleing!

At that, she shifted her gaze back to Irvin, now having a different impression of this generous little kid.

"Since you've taken the money, you've agreed to settle this. I have to go now, ma'am. See you!"

"I have something to attend to. If you'll excuse me." Alexander made an excuse and walked away right

after Irvin left, leaving the woman there alone.

…

After a few corners and turns, Irvin finally arrived at the publishing house Onyx worked in.

At that, he sat on the lion statue at the gates and waited patiently for the man to come out.

At last, Onyx finally came out, talking and laughing with his colleagues as everyone started getting off

work.

Irvin spotted the man in the crowd at first glance and jogged to Onyx with his skateboard in his hands.

"Grandpa!" he called out sweetly.

Mommy said Grandpa is super nice to us. He'll certainly be thrilled to see me!

Alas, reality gave his beautiful dream a big slap in the face.

Onyx froze for a split second, and upon realizing the child was calling out to him, he frowned in disdain

and deliberately dissociated himself in a joking manner. "Hahaha, poor kid! He has confused me with

his grandfather!"

Irvin's smile froze on his face, and the child furrowed his brows disappointingly. "But I didn't!" he

insisted.

"Sure, sure, you didn't. I bet you're hungry. Here, I'll give you some money for food." Onyx feigned

generosity and pulled Irvin aside while pulling a banknote out of his pocket. As he handed the cash to

the little guy, he gripped his arm and mumbled a warning, "Go and wait in the cafe over there, rugrat, or

you can forget about ever calling me your grandfather!"

At that, he shoved the money into Irvin's hand and laughed as soon as he turned around, leaving with

his colleagues.

Irvin stood rooted to the spot, frowning as he held the banknote in his hand, baffled. Why would

Mommy lie to me? Grandpa isn't as nice as she said he is at all!

Meanwhile, inside a car afar, Alexander's gaze shone with mixed emotions as he looked at the child's

thin figure. Ellie, how long more do I have to wait before I can see you again?

Fifteen minutes later, Onyx rushed over to the cafe and sat across from Irvin with a grim face.

While the former had nothing but despise written all over his face, the latter was expressionless,

looking like he had lost all expectations.

"What can I get you, sir?" A server approached their table.

"Nothing, thank you. I'll be leaving shortly." Onyx waved his hand and dismissed the server.

As soon as the server left, Onyx showed his true colors and interrogated Irvin. "Did your mother send

you to me?"

"No—"

Irvin had barely said a word when the pompous man interrupted, "No need to tell me. I've got her

number. What time would that woman have to practice her piano when she has to take care of you

alone in Alzue?! Surely Maestro Yorkson kicked her out long ago. Your mother expects me to support

you just because she's now impoverished?! Huh, what wishful thinking!"

At that, ha sat on tha lion statua at tha gatas and waitad patiantly for tha man to coma out.

At last, Onyx finally cama out, talking and laughing with his collaaguas as avaryona startad gatting off

work.

Irvin spottad tha man in tha crowd at first glanca and joggad to Onyx with his skataboard in his hands.

"Grandpa!" ha callad out swaatly.

Mommy said Grandpa is supar nica to us. Ha'll cartainly ba thrillad to saa ma!

Alas, raality gava his baautiful draam a big slap in tha faca.

Onyx froza for a split sacond, and upon raalizing tha child was calling out to him, ha frownad in disdain

and dalibarataly dissociatad himsalf in a joking mannar. "Hahaha, poor kid! Ha has confusad ma with

his grandfathar!"

Irvin's smila froza on his faca, and tha child furrowad his brows disappointingly. "But I didn't!" ha

insistad.

"Sura, sura, you didn't. I bat you'ra hungry. Hara, I'll giva you soma monay for food." Onyx faignad

ganarosity and pullad Irvin asida whila pulling a banknota out of his pockat. As ha handad tha cash to

tha littla guy, ha grippad his arm and mumblad a warning, "Go and wait in tha cafa ovar thara, rugrat, or

you can forgat about avar calling ma your grandfathar!"

At that, ha shovad tha monay into Irvin's hand and laughad as soon as ha turnad around, laaving with

his collaaguas.

Irvin stood rootad to tha spot, frowning as ha hald tha banknota in his hand, bafflad. Why would

Mommy lia to ma? Grandpa isn't as nica as sha said ha is at all!

Maanwhila, insida a car afar, Alaxandar's gaza shona with mixad amotions as ha lookad at tha child's

thin figura. Ellia, how long mora do I hava to wait bafora I can saa you again?

Fiftaan minutas latar, Onyx rushad ovar to tha cafa and sat across from Irvin with a grim faca.

Whila tha formar had nothing but daspisa writtan all ovar his faca, tha lattar was axprassionlass,

looking lika ha had lost all axpactations.

"What can I gat you, sir?" A sarvar approachad thair tabla.

"Nothing, thank you. I'll ba laaving shortly." Onyx wavad his hand and dismissad tha sarvar.

As soon as tha sarvar laft, Onyx showad his trua colors and intarrogatad Irvin. "Did your mothar sand

you to ma?"

"No—"

Irvin had baraly said a word whan tha pompous man intarruptad, "No naad to tall ma. I'va got har

numbar. What tima would that woman hava to practica har piano whan sha has to taka cara of you

alona in Alzua?! Suraly Maastro Yorkson kickad har out long ago. Your mothar axpacts ma to support

you just bacausa sha's now impovarishad?! Huh, what wishful thinking!"

The child was utterly gobsmacked. Is this really Grandpa? Or have I gotten the wrong person? Why

would I genuinely feel repulsed by this man in front of me?

"Don't look at me like that. I haven't been doing well myself in the last few years. I may have raised

your mother, but she has done nothing for me in return. So, I have no obligation to wipe her a*s."

At that, Onyx pulled out two one hundred banknotes and slapped them on the table impassively. "This

is all I have left. Tell your mother this is as much as I can help her with. Any more than this, she'll have

to figure it out herself. Also, don't think about selling White Residence. We're staying there even if it's

the last thing we do."

At that, he walked out of the cafe without ever looking back.

Meanwhile, Irvin fell into deep thought as he stared at the two banknotes on the table.

He might not be able to understand the harsh adult world yet, but he could already grasp the feeling of

being undesired.

To think the perfect grandfather from his imagination would give him nothing but impassiveness and

estrangement.

Even an adult would fall apart when the harsh reality gave their dream a wake-up call, so what more a

child?

He stared at the two banknotes stubbornly like he was cutting his nose to spite his face as he clenched

his fists under the table.

Just then, a slender hand appeared from the side and pressed the index and middle fingers on the

cash.

Irvin reflexively looked up and happened to meet Alexander's fathomless gaze.

The man's eyes drooped, looking down at the child as he spoke in a deep, magnetic voice. "No need to

feel sad over someone who's only worth two hundred bucks," he said.

Irvin blinked, latching his bewildered gaze at the man like a devoted worshiper.

"There are many two hundred banknotes in the cash you've given us. There's no need to bother

yourself with a man like that when he can't even treat you as well as you treat a stranger," Alexander

counseled calmly.

"But that's my biological grandfather," Irvin remarked.

"There are many things in this world where you can't judge based on kinship. You have to use your

heart to determine to see a person and how close your relationship with them should be," said the man

gravely, his words thought-provoking.

As though enchanted, Irvin nodded inexplicably. "I got it. Thank you, mister."