Bring Your A Game, Mr

Bring Your A Game, Mr Chapter 251

Madeline’s eyes were full of condescension when she heard Elise’s answer. That’s an authentic country girl for you—drooling over whatever’s out of her reach! Of course she’d be happy to attend after hearing she might get a chance to meet with the world’s number one billionaire. How shameless! She then chuckled. “Sure. Do attend the banquet with Alex.” When Madeline finally left,

Alexander turned to Elise. “I thought you weren’t interested.

What gives?” She answered, “As she just said, my godfather will be attending the banquet as well! It’s

been a long time since I last saw him, so I decided it’s time I meet him again.” Consequently, Alexander

recalled his mother’s words. I wonder how’d she react if she were to know that the Quentin Fassbender that she’s preying on is the godfather of Elise… That’d be a blast, wouldn’t it? Nonetheless, he had no

intention to reveal the truth to Madeline as he desired for her to eliminate the prejudice she had against

Elise and learn to accept her wholeheartedly.

“Let’s go together, then.” Elise nodded. “Let’s!” … SK Group’s anniversary banquet was held in a manor

that belonged to the Dahlens. The banquet gathered ninety percent of celebrated business owners in

Athesea. Anyone who had gotten the invitation would bring along their loved ones, and that reflected

just how influential the Dahlens were in the business industry of Athesea. “Greetings, Mrs. Griffith,

Young Master Alexander.”

Maxwell Dahlen took the initiative and approached Madeline and Alexander with a warm welcome. As

the owner of the manor, he seemed to have ignored Elise, who was right beside them, as he

proceeded with his passionate chatter with Madeline. Madeline, who enjoyed being treated with utmost

respect, revealed a boastful look with a subtle smirk, posing as a noblewoman. Alexander, on the other

hand, wrapped his arm around Elise’s waist and pulled her close to himself, appearing to be quite

intimate.

Seeing that, Maxwell finally noticed Elise’s presence and inquired, “And this is?” As Madeline was

about to speak, Alexander swiftly replied, “My fiancée.” At his answer, Maxwell couldn’t help but feel

slightly bewildered. Nevertheless, thanks to the countless experience he garnered from dealing in the

industry for many years, he was able to cover up his ignorance. “Oh, yes. I’ve heard about your

engagement, but I’ve never expected her to be such a beauty!

If I may, which grand family do you come from?” Elise, who had nothing to hide, raised her eyes and

smilingly answered, “I come from a prairie. My parents passed away when I was but a girl, and all I had

left was my grandparents.” Hearing her upfront answer, Maxwell couldn’t help but reveal a knowing

look. “I’ve heard about young people practicing spiritual affection nowadays, and my skepticism would

have persisted had I not seen the two of you together.”

Upon those words, Madeline felt somewhat embarrassed, saying, “They’re just kids. They have a long

way to go yet.” Whether literally or implied—all of her words suggested her disagreement toward their

marriage. Maxwell, on the other hand, pretended not to have sensed her meaning and simply notified

his leave. “Please make yourselves at home, Mrs. Griffith, Young Master Alexander. I’m afraid duty

calls.” When Maxwell left the conversation, Madeline shot Elise a resentful glare.

If Alexander weren’t present, she would have rebuked the young woman a thousand times over. “Alex,

Maya’s right there. Should we go and say hi?” Alexander rejected her without a second thought. “Go

ahead. Elise needs a timeout.” Before Madeline could say anything, he escorted Elise to a resting spot,

to which the latter questioned, “What’s wrong with you?” Alexander looked her in the eyes and

suddenly hugged her tight, whispering, “You don’t have to care what my mother has to say, nor do you

need to care what everyone else thinks.

As long as I’m breathing, I’ll always be by your side.” “Mm-hmm,” Elise mumbled as the unhappiness in

her heart waned. “I know. But you don’t have to be so anxious either. It’s normal for families like yours

to be into homogamy, and your mother’s dissatisfaction toward me is only rooted from the idea that

your family is out of mine’s league. Regardless, as long as we’re in love with each other, nothing else

matters.”

“That’s right. Remember that as long as we’re in love with each other, people who wish to split us apart

can only dream on. You know what, Elise? I’ve always had this thought—why are you only eighteen? If

only you were already twenty, I would have married you and brought you home.” Immediately, Elise

blushed and punched his chest. “Stop it!” “I’m serious. Let’s get married as soon as you turn twenty,

okay?”

She grew bashful at his request. All this time, she had always pictured herself as a kid, and talking

about marriage could sometimes stupefy her. “That’ll depend on your performance.” Alexander

earnestly nodded. “I won’t let you down.” “Mhm.” She was satisfied with his answer. The next second,

she finally realized the curious gazes directed toward them, and hastily pushed Alexander away. “Okay,

that’s enough.

Everyone’s looking at us.” Yet, Alexander didn’t seem to care about it. “It’s not illegal to embrace my

own fiancée, is it? Plus, it’s not illegal for them to watch us either, so it’s out of our control.” “But it’s

embarrassing!” Caressing her head, he replied, “Then we shall continue later.” While they were

conversing, Madeline had found Maya. “Maya!” Enthusiastically, Maya approached her with a hug.

“Godmother, you’re here! Is Alex here with you?”

“Yup, he’s right there.” Under Madeline’s guide, she turned to the direction, only to see Alexander

benignly staring at Elise. She couldn’t help but feel envious of the person whom he was looking at with

his bewitching gaze. If only I was the one he’s looking at… “Here’s a gift for you, Maya.” As Madeline

said that, she pulled out an elegant box, to which Maya quickly withdrew her eyes. “You’ve given me so

many gifts, Godmother…”

“Oh, silly girl, don’t be so courteous with me.” Swiftly, she shoved the gift onto Maya’s palm. “Alex is a

slow one when it comes to relationships. If you want to impress him, perhaps you can come visit us

more frequently, even if it’s only to have a chat with me.” “Thank you, Godmother.” “Right! Didn’t you

say Fassbender’s coming too? Where is he?” Madeline quizzed as if she was mindlessly blurting

questions.

Despite that, Maya could easily read her mind. After all, none from families like theirs would care about

emotional attachment; it was always about benefits. “Uncle Quentin will arrive a little later. He’s

probably en route as we speak.” Hearing Maya addressing Quentin as “Uncle Quentin,” Madeline

couldn’t help but wonder how deep the connection between the Dahlens and the Fassbenders went.

For a mighty figure like Quentin, who would never attend an ordinary banquet, to attend the Dahlens’

banquet would mean that he shared a healthy, terrific relationship with them. “I’ll be honest, Maya. We,

the Griffiths, wish to expand our business worldwide, and we know your Uncle Quentin’s business is

developing pretty good out there, so I’d like to ask for a favor—could you perhaps introduce me to

him?”

Maya was stunned by Madeline’s straightforwardness. To be fair, she wasn’t exactly close with

Quentin, nor was she sure whether he would even attend the banquet. All the words she had uttered

was solely to impress Madeline by using Quentin’s name. “It’s not that I’m unwilling to help you,

Godmother, but Uncle Quentin’s a busy man. How about this? I can bring you to him shortly after, but

that’s all I’m able to help you with.”

Madeline was pleased by Maya’s reply. After all, Quentin was not a typical man whom one could easily

meet with during normal days. Now, thanks to Maya’s connection, things were rather convenient for

Madeline. “Thank you, Maya! Don’t worry. I’ll remember everything you did for me.”

Maya responded with a subtle smile, though her heart was enjoying the sensation of being ingratiated.

She then added, “Uncle Quentin’s a kind man. He once complimented the art I made, and even told my

dad that he would consider taking me in as his goddaughter.” Quentin Fassbender’s goddaughter—an

identity every woman would die to have. Although Quentin was an international billionaire, he didn’t

have a child of his own blood.

If one were to be recognized by him as his goddaughter, it would mean more than just being his

goddaughter. It would be an iconic identity, and possibly a gateway to the Fassbenders’ limitless

wealth. Madeline was dumbfounded, her eyes wide and still. “Did he really say that, Maya?”