Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 865 Have You Kissed Each Other?

Meanwhile, Elise felt speechless when she heard their conversation. The twenty-five million Cittadel Crowns was actually to compensate Jessamine, but in order to not reveal the contract, he used the children as a disguise. He would never have expected there would be so much speculation about

Up on stage, the emcee excitedly led the two children onto the middle of the stage and urged, "Here. Let our young host and hostess say a few words!"

When Jessamine's son took over the microphone, he looked at Jessamine before tightly clutching the microphone and staring at the crowd below the stage with a determined expression.

The young boy bowed before the crowd and attracted applause from everyone. Then, his gaze directly landed on Elise and her two children.

"I'm very thankful to Uncle Alex because he allowed me to experience what it felt like to have a father. However, this feeling ends today because I know he will soon become someone else's father."

Once he said that, the crowd was shocked and the atmosphere turned awkwardly silent.

Although they knew they should not take a child's words seriously, he had blatantly mentioned Alexander and Anastasia's relationship, which was rather inappropriate.

Meanwhile, Alexander's face was as dark as coal and he was on the edge of exploding in anger.

If Jessamine stopped the child from speaking any further right now, he would consider not falling out with her. However, if she did nothing and let the situation escalate, he was not to be blamed for anything no matter what happened next.

Of course, Jessamine knew of his vicious means, but she had gone all out this time. Since she could not have his heart, she had to cause a big scene before leaving to vent her anger!

A while later, the child's voice sounded again. This time, his target was Irwin.

"Irwin White, do you dare to accept my challenge? I'd like to know what kind of a person I lost to!"

Once that was said, Alexander could not hold in his anger any longer. He turned to Jessamine and questioned oppressively, "Are you deaf?"

Jessamine could not help but feel happy inside. Still, she pretended to tug at her son. "You're still young and there are some things that you don't understand. I'll explain them to you later. There are so many guests here and it's best not to say such things..."

Like what they had planned, the young boy pushed her away and argued, "I'm not a child anymore and I know what I'm talking about. If that boy is not as excellent as I am, what right does he have to steal Uncle Alex?!"

Putting on the wise mother act, Jessamine knelt beside her son and tried to reason with him, "That's the grownups' business and it has nothing to do with your children. Is this how I brought you up? I said you can't bully other children, right?" "No. I refuse to admit that..."

While the child was throwing a tantrum on stage, the crowd was enjoying the show below.

Everyone in Tissote knew that Jessamine's children were extraordinarily excellent, and if Anastasia's child accepted the challenge, it was most likely that Anastasia's child would get humiliated. However, if the child did not even dare to stand up to the challenge, he would become the laughingstock of the entire city.

It seemed like regardless of the option, Anastasia would always be at a disadvantage.

Initially, Alexander did not want to hurt those children, but as soon as he saw how the situation had escalated beyond control, his patience had also reached its limit.

He could accept being in the middle of all the gossip, but he could not bring his children down with him.

Thus, after composing himself, he was just about to speak when a childish voice sounded from below the stage and attracted everyone's attention.

"What would you like to compete with me?!"

Everyone followed the voice and saw Irwin had walked out from the crowd at some point.

He looked radiant with his sword-like eyebrows and shining eyes. The white tuxedo he was wearing fitted his figure well. Just standing there, he reminded others of princes they had read about in fairytales.

Receiving the response he wanted, Jessamine's son snatched the microphone back and retrieved his right to speak. "Since you're in Class F while I'm in Class A, it'd be unjust of me to choose an IQ battle. So, let's have a music battle."

"Sure. How would you like to compete?" Irwin was unfazed.

"There's an orchestra right here. We'll each pick an instrument and play them at the same time. What we need to do is catch up with each other's tempo, yet not get distracted by each other. The one who completes the whole tune is the winner." Jessamine's son laid out the rules. Meanwhile, Alexander's gaze landed on the child's figure. It seemed like he came prepared.

"No problem," Irwin agreed.

As such, Jessamine's son chose the piano whereas Irwin chose the flute.

The musicians from the orchestra were invited on stage to be the judges and the competition began ten minutes later.

The tune from the piano sounded elegant and cohesive, which was enjoyed by everyone.

On the other hand, the tune from the flute resembled a small stream, continuous and harmoniously matched with the piano's tune, perfectly integrating the melodies from both instruments.

Both of them were immersed in their performances and it was not easy to distinguish the winner.

On the right side of the stage, Jamie watched with interest as the extraordinarily talented Irwin played the flute. He swirled the wine inside his glass and commented, "That brat actually has such a talent. He's good at keeping secrets." "That's right. The two children are well-versed with their instruments. I think it's a tie," Shirley agreed.

"If that person were here and added some difficulty to this competition, it'd be easy to see who's better," Jamie said with a smile.

"That person?" asked Shirley.

Stunned, Jamie fell into a daze for a moment and quickly picked himself up from it. "No one. I was just spouting nonsense. I think I saw a friend of mine. Excuse me for a moment while I go and say hi."

After saying that, he left Shirley and walked away.

Once he was sure that he was not followed, he put down his wine glass and walked into the crowd, trying to locate Alexia.

The deeper he went into the crowd, the more variations of gossip he could hear.

"It's good to be rich. Not only do you get to have many women but children too. Those children are all so excellent. Alexander is so lucky."

"Tsk. No matter how excellent they are, they're still not his children. Once he passes away, his inheritance will no longer belong to him.

"If you put it that way... Is Alexander incapable of having children?"

Jamie almost burst out laughing when he heard that.

However, he could not blame them because Alexander had been with so many women, yet none of them had ever gotten pregnant. Putting his fist to his lips, he cleared his throat to stop his urge to laugh.

His coughing also successfully caught Alexia's attention.

""Godfather!"

"Hey!" He walked over and hugged her in his arms before running away, "Elise, I'll need you to lend me your child to use."

Elise was confused.

Do you mind listening to what you've just said?

Lend. Child. Use. Are those words supposed to go together?

Before she could react, Jamie and Alexia had disappeared into the crowd, so she could not stop them in time.

Jamie carried Alexia in his arms and ran all the way to the parking lot, found the mini French horn Narissa left behind and then stuffed it into the child's arms. "Alexia, do you know what this is?"

"Of course." She nodded excitedly. "This is a mini French horn! Godmother used to play this. Godfather, have you and Godmother ever kissed?"

"What? What the heck are you talking about?"

Jamie felt like he was struck by lightning when he heard that. Children nowadays have such messed up imaginations. What does a mini French horn have to do with kissing?