Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 666 You're in the Wrong for Raising Your Voice

Mr. Howard immediately acquiesced to her suggestion and said, "You're right, Miss Sinclair. I should do more charity after this close shave with death. So tomorrow, I'll allocate 100 million to the orphanages in Tissote so that the kids can have a better life." Elise raised her brows and said awkwardly, "It's not a problem if you think that's what I'm saying, but the youngsters I mentioned earlier are slightly older."

"Older?" A confused look washed over his face. "How much older?"

"More than a dozen years older." Elise smiled, and her eyes crinkled.

Mr. Howard appeared lost in her words as he scratched his head.

Elise lowered her head and thought for a couple of seconds. Then, she whisked out her phone and searched Garreth's name in the browser before placing it on the table in front of him.

Mr. Howard straightened the phone and stared at Garreth's picture with knitted brows. Then, a few seconds later, his eyes sparkled, and he gasped in surprise, "Miss Sinclair, do you mean that I should compete against Blitzy Entertainment?"

"You're the biggest investor behind Blitzy Entertainment, and you definitely have what it takes to do this, don't you?" Elise leaned sideways, moved closer to him, and pointed out to him in a whisper, "As far as I know, just the past year alone, the revenue Mr. Lowry made in private from the cooperation between the Howard Family and Blitzy Entertainment was more than two billion. Élliot is a simple person, and if the business scene is filled with shrews such as Mr. Lowry, I'm afraid you'll still have a lot to worry about your son in the future, even after retirement."

Her words made him peer over at Elliot, who was engrossed in eating, and the look in his eyes gradually turned sharp. After that, he slammed the table and made up his mind. "I'm in!"

Elliot was startled, causing him to spit out a mouthful of soup as he almost choked. Before he even had time to wipe his mouth, he hurriedly got up and stood in between Elise and Mr. Howard. Then, he spread out his arms, blocked Elise from his father, and asked aggressively, "What are you doing? I'm warning you, old Mr. Howard, you're not allowed to bully my boss!"

"Hey, you rascal. Are you even clear who your father is?" Disgruntled, Mr. Howard got to his feet and placed his hands on his hips.

"It's you..."Eliot gradually lost the resolution in his voice, but he swiftly added, "You are my father, and she is my boss. Both of you are separate people to me, but you're in the wrong when you raise your voice!"

"-" Breathless from the anger, Mr. Howard opened his mouth to argue, but ended up laughing instead. Then, he reached out, pulled Elliot forward, and ruffled his hair. "Good boy, as expected of my son, you know what's important! Miss Sinclair is our family's great benefactor. So, you'll have to stand out to help her solve any issues in the future, just like you did earlier. Do you understand?"

"Of course! I don't need you to remind me of this!" Elliot patted his chest and added, "Have you seen my muscles? I trained myself just to be worthy of my boss. Do you really think it was out of fun that I asked for money to sign up for boxing classes?"

Mr. Howard nodded in gratification. This is great. I finally don't have to worry about teaching my son anymore.

Elise was right; Elliot had a straightforward personality, and he could be easily read like a book. Besides, he was gullible, couldn't keep a secret to save his life, and was easily manipulated by others. In the past, he was constantly worried about how Elliot would live once he was gone. However, with Elise here looking out for his son, he could rest easy now.

As he thought of this, Mr. Howard shoved Elliot aside and extended his hand in excitement to Elise. "Miss Sinclair, I'll do as you wish."

Elise smiled brightly and shook his hand firmly. "To a happy cooperation, then!"

"What cooperation? Are you guys going to invest in an orphanage?" Elliot asked innocently.

Mr. Howard whacked him lightly on the back of his head. "Go back to your seat and don't disrupt Miss Sinclair enjoying her meal."

If it was in the past, Elliot would have left in a huff, but because Elise was here, he didn't lose his temper and obediently returned to his seat.

Mr. Howard was so happy when he saw that his son wasn't rebelling against him for once. So delighted that he got himself drunk after continuously drinking glass after glass of wine.

When he left the hotel, he thought he was out on his usual business meeting and grabbed a few stacks of bills from his secretary's bag before stuffing them into Elise's hands.

In the end, Elliot couldn't stand it anymore, and he dragged him away, stuffed him into the car, and drove off.

This father-and-son duo highly amused Elise. However, when all was said and done, she turned around and handed the cash to Sheldon. "Return this money to Elliot later."

After she said that, she realized that there was an invitation card between the bills, and she picked it out to look at it. It was a cocktail party hosted by the famous collector, Jonas Hymer, and he would be presenting his precious private art collection to his guests at the party.

Beneath the card, there was a line of tiny characters, especially noting that the collection included the painting SQ made at the peak of their career-'Ink Peonies'.

Interesting, she thought, keeping the invitation. "I'm taking this, don't forget to mention it to him later."

"Sure." Sheldon gave her a nod. "Should I drop you home?"

Right after the words left his lips, a black MPV rolled to a stop in front of them, and the door slid open, revealing Alexander seated in the backseat. His face was solemn but noble at the same time, but when he turned to look at Elise, it immediately became soft and gentle. "Come on, Ellie," he said gently.

Elise nodded and turned to Sheldon. "I'm going now."

Then, she climbed into the car, and it slowly drove away from the hotel after starting the engine. Sheldon watched with a deep look in his eyes as the car gradually drove further away, and when he recalled the contrast in Alexander's expressions earlier, he couldn't help but chuckle out loud. Love is such a magical thing.

Not long after the car started, Alexander passed an envelope to her.

"What's this?" she asked.

"You're qualified for the finals of the calligraphy contest. This is the admission card sent by the organizer, and there's also an invitation card," he said.

After taking a look at the contents, a wide, silly grin spread across her face.

""What's so funny?" he asked, curious.

She tilted her head to peer at him. Then, she turned to take out the invitation card that she had in her bag and compared it side by side with the one in her hand.

"You already have this invitation card?" He understood immediately and asked, "Who gave it to you?"

"Elliot's dad, but that's not important. What's important is that I have two invitations now. So, Mr. Griffith, do I have the honor to invite you to attend this with me?" Elise said playfully.

Alexander chuckled, but he pretended to be aloof as he said in indifference, "I'll think about it."

Elise narrowed her eyes dangerously and asked, "Are you sure?"

He snapped out of his act the next second and raised his palms in defeat to express his loyalty. "I agree. Anything my wife says goes!"

"That's a good boy." She raised her chin arrogantly, then leaned into his arms naturally. After a while, she asked out of the blue, "Are you finished with your work? Why didn't I see you on any business trips recently?"

"That's right." In an instant, Alexander's face turned solemn. "I have a business to attend to within the country."

"Great!" Elise didn't think much of it as she wrapped her arm around him and held his waist. "We can meet each other every day, then."

Alexander hugged her tightly, but his mind started to wander.

The only thing he needed to do was come clean, but there hadn't been a suitable occasion for him to do so.