Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 791

One was a handsome and popular man in Tissote who had constant scandals, and the other was a

controversial actress who made a recent comeback. Now that the two were spotted together, rumors

would spread like wildfire. As soon as they appeared, almost half of the crowd in the venue gathered to

become involved with them.

Adelpha was blocked at the outermost part. Seeing that she couldn't squeeze in, she simply gave up

and started thinking about other methods.

She looked at Brendan's location, made an estimate, and then rushed to the swimming pool that

Alexander had to pass through. Swiftly tidying her clothes, she pretended to be indifferent to the crowd.

After a while, Alexander finished socializing, and sure enough, he came toward this side.

Instantly, he recognized her—Elise's current sister, Adelpha. Oh! Isn't it the drama queen? How could

she appear here? Could it be that Ellie is also here?

But he didn't show it on the surface; his eyes calmly looked straight ahead of him, holding Riverlyn as

he walked forward calmly.

Adelpha saw the opportunity, and when Alexander got close, she slipped on purpose and threw herself

into the swimming pool, shouting at the same time, "Ah! Help!"

Alexander rolled his eyes secretly.

Is she giving me a chance to save her? Is she Ellie? Does she have any value?

He really couldn't find any reason to save her, so he calmly watched her fall into the water without a

trace of worry in his eyes.

Adelpha never thought that Alexander would be so ungentlemanly. She even waited for two seconds

and had to jump into the swimming pool when she saw that he didn't respond.

After choking a few mouthfuls of water from the pool, she saw no one had come to save her. She was

so humiliated that she couldn't lift her head and hurriedly swam to the ladder by the side.

However, as soon as she grabbed the handrail of the ladder, things took a turn for the better.

A large hand suddenly descended from above and stretched out in front of her.

Adelpha wiped off the water on her face, raised her head, and met Alexander's dark eyes.

Alexander raised the corners of his mouth, and his voice was very soft as he said, "Are you coming

up?"

Although there was no smile on his face, Adelpha felt butterflies in her stomach. She shyly took his

hand and climbed up from the swimming pool.

Alexander brought the bath towel from the usher, turned, and handed it to Adelpha. "Wrap it around

yourself; don't catch a cold."

"Thank you, Mr. Griffith." Adelpha shyly bit her lower lip, took the bath towel, and wrapped herself

tightly while smiling.

Ona was a handsoma and popular man in Tissota who had constant scandals, and tha othar was a

controvarsial actrass who mada a racant comaback. Now that tha two wara spottad togathar, rumors

would spraad lika wildfira. As soon as thay appaarad, almost half of tha crowd in tha vanua gatharad to

bacoma involvad with tham.

Adalpha was blockad at tha outarmost part. Saaing that sha couldn't squaaza in, sha simply gava up

and startad thinking about othar mathods.

Sha lookad at Brandan's location, mada an astimata, and than rushad to tha swimming pool that

Alaxandar had to pass through. Swiftly tidying har clothas, sha pratandad to ba indiffarant to tha crowd.

Aftar a whila, Alaxandar finishad socializing, and sura anough, ha cama toward this sida.

Instantly, ha racognizad har—Elisa's currant sistar, Adalpha. Oh! Isn't it tha drama quaan? How could

sha appaar hara? Could it ba that Ellia is also hara?

But ha didn't show it on tha surfaca; his ayas calmly lookad straight ahaad of him, holding Rivarlyn as

ha walkad forward calmly.

Adalpha saw tha opportunity, and whan Alaxandar got closa, sha slippad on purposa and thraw harsalf

into tha swimming pool, shouting at tha sama tima, "Ah! Halp!"

Alaxandar rollad his ayas sacratly.

Is sha giving ma a chanca to sava har? Is sha Ellia? Doas sha hava any valua?

Ha raally couldn't find any raason to sava har, so ha calmly watchad har fall into tha watar without a

traca of worry in his ayas.

Adalpha navar thought that Alaxandar would ba so ungantlamanly. Sha avan waitad for two saconds

and had to jump into tha swimming pool whan sha saw that ha didn't raspond.

Aftar choking a faw mouthfuls of watar from tha pool, sha saw no ona had coma to sava har. Sha was

so humiliatad that sha couldn't lift har haad and hurriadly swam to tha laddar by tha sida.

Howavar, as soon as sha grabbad tha handrail of tha laddar, things took a turn for tha battar.

A larga hand suddanly dascandad from abova and stratchad out in front of har.

Adalpha wipad off tha watar on har faca, raisad har haad, and mat Alaxandar's dark ayas.

Alaxandar raisad tha cornars of his mouth, and his voica was vary soft as ha said, "Ara you coming

up?"

Although thara was no smila on his faca, Adalpha falt buttarflias in har stomach. Sha shyly took his

hand and climbad up from tha swimming pool.

Alaxandar brought tha bath towal from tha ushar, turnad, and handad it to Adalpha. "Wrap it around

yoursalf; don't catch a cold."

"Thank you, Mr. Griffith." Adalpha shyly bit har lowar lip, took tha bath towal, and wrappad harsalf

tightly whila smiling.

She knew that opportunities were reserved for those who were prepared. Alexander only just reacted a

little slower; he wouldn't be so indifferent as to watch a beautiful girl fall into the water without helping

her.

"I recognize you." The man of her dreams addressed her, after which her smile froze. She was about to

explain what happened last time when Alexander directly pardoned her.

"You're a victim of the deception by the fake Piano Association," Alexander said.

Adelpha had suddenly turned from a swindler to a victim, and she didn't even react in time. She was

stunned for a while before quickly adjusting herself. Then, she pretended to be pitiful and said, "Yeah,

those people were really bad. It was you who helped me out both times. I really don't know how to

thank you, but my name is Adelpha White. If you need help in the future, just tell me."

Of course, she knew that she could do nothing to help Alexander. She said it just so that Alexander

would remember her name.

"Adelpha. That's a very good name," Alexander praised against his wishes.

"It’s almost fall, and the cold is biting. I'll take you to the lounge to change into clean clothes."

"Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Griffith." Adelpha wished for nothing more.

So, Alexander left Riverlyn behind and took Adelpha to the lounge.

In the distance, Jamie couldn't help feeling strange when he saw this scene. "What has happened to

Boss recently?"

"What's wrong with him? He's in the heat, I guess! All men are the same!" Narissa was angry.

"Hey, hey, if you wanna criticize him, just criticize him. Don't get me involved! I'm an innocent and pure

boy from a good family!" Jamie looked helpless.

Narissa rolled her eyes at him and didn't answer but stared at Adelpha's figure, her expression

becoming more and more ugly.

Isn't that woman my idol's younger sister who hired someone to make trouble at my idol's autograph

session and then spoke ill of my idol behind her back? How can this kind of woman be worthy of

coveting my best friend's man? I'm not gonna allow her to get what she wants!

Thinking of this, Narissa walked in the direction they left.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Jamie called after her, but she didn't respond, so he could only follow.

…

After Yuri had socialized for a while, her lipstick faded, so she went to the bathroom alone, ready to put

on makeup before going out.

After rounding a corner, Brendan rushed out, grabbed her, and pulled her to the side, then pushed her

whole body against the wall and suddenly kissed her.

Yuri's thoughts halted for two seconds before she reacted immediately to resist, trying to push him

away.

But Brendan's kiss was strong and domineering, and she was easily led by him. The desire buried

deep in her heart was instantly ignited. Gradually, her resistance ceased, and her awareness gradually

became hazy.

It wasn't until her breathing became a little heavy that Yuri regained her senses. With all her strength,

she pushed Brendan, who had relaxed his caution, away. Then, she raised her hand and slapped him

across the face.

"You b*stard!"

Brendan was hit, and he curled his lips coldly before turning back, looking at her with a complicated

expression. "Why? You want to keep yourself pure for Christopher? When did you become so clean

and pure?"

"Have you said enough?" Yuri looked despairing. "It doesn't matter to you what I've become. As long as

I don't want to, no one has the right to touch me."

"So, you want to tell me that this was originally my right, and you gave it to another man, right?"

Brendan's eyes were red and bloodshot, and his fists were clenched tightly as he spoke while he

trembled all over.

He couldn't bear her choosing someone else, and he couldn't watch that man do things to her while

having to be indifferent about it. He was fed up with pretending that he didn't care and fed up with

having to suffer the feeling of not having her when she was just there beside him.

He personally sent her the invitation letter, and he was even ready to forget everything in the past and

beg her to get back together today.

Yet she accepted another man and showed that man her affection in front of him.

"I have never belonged to anyone. It's been so many years. You still see things so one-sided, and

you're always so self-righteous." Yuri's beautiful eyes were hazy, and her bangs were messy on her

forehead. At this moment, she felt broken all over.

"Yes, I'm self-righteous, but I'm too self-righteous to think you really love me. I was over-confident

enough to believe everything you said. In the end, it's been four years since you left. What do you think

of me in your heart? Am I your first love and boyfriend, or just a toy that can be thrown away casually?"

Brendan lost the calmness and composure he had.

When he brought up the past, his mind replayed the scene of him running in the rain. His heart was

shattered into pieces beyond one could even imagine. If one looked at him again, one couldn't help but

feel distressed.