Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 665 Old Fart

For a moment, Elise had no words to say.

Any kind of relationship in this world would lose its innocence once it was mixed with interests.

At Blitzy Entertainment, Jenny went straight to Mr. Lowry's office to complain.

"Mr. Lowry," she said coquettishly, plopping herself on his lap and placing her arms around his neck as she displayed her cleavage to him. "Somebody walked all over me today. Can you help me out?"

With his full attention on her cleavage, he muttered, "Of course, I have to. Who bullied my baby?"

"Who else can it be?" Jenny nudged her body closer and almost pressed her cleavage against his face. "It's Elise Sinclair! Before this, she started a live broadcast to go against our variety show, and she went on a strike for today's filming. She's just belittling us, and I think she even wants to steal Garreth from us! You can't just sit by and do nothing about this!"

When he heard this, he put on a severe expression, pushed his glasses, and asked in suspicion, "What do you mean? Sinclair wants to steal my employees?"

Since a long time ago, he already had a feeling that Elise didn't have an ordinary background. If no one had her back, she wouldn't be able to create such a big hype on the Internet just by herself.

"Exactly!" She deliberately exaggerated the matter and said, "You should have seen how smitten Garreth is with her. We might have gotten into a physical fight if I had left a second later! Feel it. My heart is racing so fast! You'll have to do something about it for me..." She grabbed his hand and placed it on her soft bosoms as she spoke.

A lecherous grin spread across Mr. Lowry's face, and after he enjoyed himself enough, he slammed the desk firmly. "Yes, we'll have to get even with her about this! Since she's not going to be of use to me, then I'll have to get rid of her!" A shrewd light flashed past his eyes when he changed the topic. "However, we can use this opportunity to rake in a fortune," he said, taking out his cell phone and calling the biggest investor of Blitzy Entertainment, Mr. Howard, to ask him out for dinner.

In the evening, Mr. Howard showed up in the VIP dining room as promised, and Mr. Lowry hurriedly pushed him into a seat. After a few rounds of drinks, he brought up the topic in his mind.

"Mr. Howard, we've been working together for years, and I've never let you down. Only by working together can we make more money out of money. Do you recall that chick named Elise Sinclair the last time we ate together? That woman isn't a controllable pawn, but she has some influential figure on her back to help her progress. After this, she'll become our greatest hindrance, but if you invest in me, I can definitely get rid of this threat for us!"

Mr. Howard only smiled and listened without saying anything.

For the entire evening, Mr. Lowry had plastered a smile on his face, and his expression was becoming a little stiff and unnatural at this time. But, despite that, realizing that Mr. Howard didn't seem agreeable, he couldn't help but feel his heart beating against his chest. What's wrong with my big ATM machine today? He would always agree to it whenever I asked for funds before this, but why does he seem unmoved today? Is it because my terms are not attractive enough? Mr. Lowry wondered. Then, he placed an arm on Mr. Howard's shoulder, and he whispered into his ear, "Look, I'll get you the chance to have a taste of the National Goddess. What do you say to that, huh?"

At his words, Mr. Howard jerked his head to look at him. Then, Mr. Lowry let out a low snigger under his breath as he thought that he had gotten Mr. Howard's attention.

Mr. Howard chuckled along for a few seconds, then caught Mr. Lowry off guard when he splashed the wine in his hand onto his face.

The moment the wine splashed on him, he suddenly snapped back to his senses, and he wiped away the liquid with his hand. His eyes widened and were filled with disbelief. "Mr. Howard, what are you doing?!"

Mr. Howard remained silent and gave him a gloomy look that gave Mr. Lowry a bad feeling. A few seconds later, the door burst open with a loud bang as someone kicked it open from the outside, and Elise walked in with Elliot and Sheldon.

Mr. Lowry peered at them before looking away and asking, "Mr. Howard, what's going on?"

Mr. Howard picked up the napkin and wiped his hands as he answered, "Lowry, I'm very wealthy, and you can never make enough money. However, I only have one life, and my life was given back to me with Miss Sinclair's help. So, tell me, what's up with you trying to harm my savior?" "Your savior?" Mr. Lowry furrowed his brows, and the words suddenly sank into him. "The one who saved you was Elise Sinclair?"

Mr. Howard shrugged in admittance.

Behind Elise, Elliot stepped out and pointed at Mr. Lowry's nose, snubbing him, "You old fart, you don't even know how to act like a proper elder. Don't you dare have any designs on my boss!"

Just the term 'old fart' was enough to turn Mr. Lowry's face livid from anger. However, when he saw everyone in the room was in cahoots with each other, and he was now the outsider everyone hated, he immediately grabbed his jacket and left utterly flustered. As he passed by the door, he bumped into Sheldon, who gave him a hard stare before he stepped aside and let him pass.

When he was gone, Mr. Howard welcomed them with a bright smile and showed Elise a seat. "Miss Sinclair, you're the great benefactor of my family, and I can finally show my thanks now. Anything you wish to eat, be it something that flies in the sky, runs on the ground, or swims in the ocean, I'll get them served immediately."

"It's just a meal. You don't have to go overboard. In addition, I don't eat that much in the evenings," Elise said, hinting at him to remain low-profile.

"Yes, you're right," he agreed in an amicable tone. "You're a magnanimous person, Miss Sinclair. Not only did you set aside the impolite things I did to you before, you even saved my life. You have my admiration for repaying my actions with kindness."

"It's all in the past now. Moreover, you didn't get your way, did you?" Then, she turned to face Elliot and clapped his shoulder. "I'll take it as returning Elliot's favor."

Eliot was puzzled, so he asked, "Dad, what are you guys going on about? What impolite things?"

Mr. Howard put on a stern face and told him off. "Don't question what the adults are doing!"

He couldn't say directly to his son that he tried to take advantage of Elise. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to hold his head up high in front of him in the future.

"Fine, I don't even want to know." Elliot rolled his eyes, picked up his fork, and was about to start eating when something came into his mind suddenly. Then, he poured himself a glass of wine and raised his glass at his father. "But Dad, you handled the situation today so well. I thank you on the Boss' behalf." After saying that, he threw back his head and finished the wine in a gulp.

For a long moment, Mr. Howard was in a daze as he finished a glass of wine together with him, and when he placed down his drink, he felt a sting in his nose.

After raising Elliot for so many years, this was the first time he heard him saying thank you.

His son had finally grown up!

However, it was apparent that Elliot wasn't an emotional person because he continued eating right after saying his piece, wasting Mr. Howard's built-up tears, which he had to swallow back in the end.

A long moment of silence passed by over the table, and it was Elise who broke the silence first. "Mr. Howard, I'm afraid you and Mr. Lowry won't be able to work together anymore after what happened today. I'm afraid I have gotten in the way of you making another huge profit."

Mr. Howard sighed. "My savior, what are you saying? Who do you think I am? I'm Elliot's father, and I have nothing left but money. So it doesn't matter whether I'm making more money or not," Mr. Howard said earnestly.

Nothing but money left, Elise repeated in her head and held her forehead in her palm at his declaration. "Since that's the case, will you be interested in donating money to a charity to help impoverished youngsters?" she asked directly.