Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 984

"You have to take it easy, then. Are you not worried that I will avoid you as Narissa hides from Jamie?" Elise muttered under her breath.

"Nope." Alexander stepped onto the stairs without stopping. "You and Narissa are different; you're happy!"

"Geez!" She landed a punch on his chest.

Husbands and wives should care more about quality than quantity.

Alexander having extraordinary control over everything was the reason Elise was attracted to him. Jamie, on the other hand, was just a friend to Elise.

...

The next day, Jamie was busy taking over the company while Narissa was left to twiddle her thumbs. She decided to hang out at the Griffith Residence since Elise had brought back the clothes she bought yesterday. After she sat there for a while, renovation workers started moving pieces of glass in and out of the building.

"What is this for?" Narissa asked.

"Blame it on that man back then," Elise muttered. "Even the glass in this antique house is antique. It took several days for the manufacturer to make these, and I immediately urged them to come to install the glasses. Otherwise, the drafts that keep coming in are bad for one's health."

"Oh, just talking about that loser gets me so pissed!" Narissa's face immediately turned angry as she peered at Alexander. "It's your fault for letting him go just like that. He knows that he'll get caught if he ever shows up in public again, which means that's the last thing he'll do!"

Elise had a confused look on her face when she heard that. "Why are you angry?" she asked.

She didn't know what had happened between the two in the basement.

"I" Narissa blurted out. Out of worry about being gossiped about, she quickly changed the direction of the conversation. "I'm worried about the children. People with impure intentions like them are a ticking time bomb as long as he is not caught. This will only end up in more trouble."

Elise only grew more confused when she saw Alexander smile without uttering a word. "What's so funny?" she urged.

Narissa quickly gritted her teeth and shot Alexander a warning look.

Alexander nodded agreeably and smiled. "It's nothing. It'll indeed be hard to find someone who wants to stay hidden. Even so, it's not ideal to keep dragging this out if our comrade Narissa shows such concern for our family. I do have a way to deal with this problem." Narissa was a little embarrassed, but her desire to catch that guy was even stronger. She grabbed the armrest out of excitement and asked, "What is it? Oh, don't keep us hanging. Tell us!"

Her impatience was something that might stick with her for the rest of her life.

"We will pull the snake out of its hole!" Alexander's confident words echoed.

...

The next day, news about the sale of an exorbitantly priced house made it to Mesdra's social media, and all the major television channels rushed to report it.

"A few days ago, a wealthy Cittadelian businessman decided to sell an antique house under his possession at a low price due to personal reasons. The house is well-preserved and has a large potential for an increase in value. Dozens of people have shown interest in it to date. If the public is interested, be one of the first to—"

At the same time, a man paced back and forth in his room after watching the news in a residential building in the commercial center of Wegas.

"Why? Why?! Why?! He's selling it again? These capitalists don't cherish antiques at all! Antiques should be preserved and taken care of. Does he not have any common sense?!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he was. And so, he threw the cereal he prepared into the sink before turning around and entering the room to turn on his computer.

Two days later, the man put on his disguise and appeared outside the surveillance area of the Griffith Manor as he quietly watched the Griffith Family. Before he came, he had already inquired with the agent and found out that Alexander would go to sign a contract with a buyer today.

Sure enough, Alexander drove Elise away from Griffith Manor half an hour later.

The man quickly started his car engine and inconspicuously followed the car.

Twenty minutes had passed before he followed Alexander and Elise into a commercial building and arrived at the high-end restaurant on the 25th floor.

The buyer was a fashionable woman who was already there when the couple arrived. She had sunglasses on, and a body clad in gold and silver jewelry. The ridiculously huge straw hat she wore only made it more obvious that she was a rich woman. Watching the couple sit down opposite the rich woman, the man retreated behind the wall and mulled over his next course of action. He then turned around and went downstairs.

Ten minutes later, a waiter hurried to Alexander and Elise's table and hurriedly reported, "Sir, ma'am, we have received word from the security downstairs that the tires of your car have been punctured. You may need to go down to confirm it."

"Really?" Alexander looked as though he was about to face his enemy when he heard that. Turning around, he held Elise's hand and nodded at the buyer. "My apologies. Please excuse us for a moment."

The couple then got into the elevator to go downstairs.

Watching the elevator doors close, the man came out from the corner with a proud smile hanging on his lips. Alexander Griffith sure loves his wife. He can't even bear to part from her for a second. It's good news for me though, or I would have had to think of another way to distract the lady as well.

After gloating for a short minute, he pulled the visor of his cap lower and slid into the restaurant.

He took a seat in front of the wealthy woman and warned, "You're thinking of buying their house, aren't you? You'd better not do so. It's a haunted piece of property. There is no good end for anyone who's stepped into that place. You'll even end up being cursed!" The rich woman lifted her chin, her bright red lips curling into a smile. Her lips parted and she asked curiously in Flutoian, "Really?"

"Of course! I'm speaking from personal experience. My family lived there before, and all of us ended up ruined. My only sister suffers from blood cancer and even I'm dying. I can't just sit back and watch you make this decision, which is why I'm here to stop you!" The man acted righteous and awe-inspiring.

"Do you think I would trust you again?" The rich woman took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of bright eyes that belonged to Narissa.

"It's you!" he exclaimed before he realized that he had fallen into their trap. "Sh*t, I got played!"

Narissa, however, ignored his words. "You're a liar and a loser. You would curse your sister just to mess us up, huh? Are you even human?!"

The man's eyes had a sly look in them. "You're right. I'm no human. I'm a fox because I'm cunning like one. You'll never catch me!"

As soon as he said that, he took out his hand from under the table and sprayed something in Narissa's face, filling the table with white powder.

Narissa was prepared for an attack. She swiftly held her breath and stood up when the man did. Grabbing him by his shoulder, she roared, "You're trying to run, aren't you? Don't even think about it!"

However, she had underestimated the man's shrewdness.

He turned around with a smirk on his face and at the speed of light, poked a silver needle in her wrist.

This again?! Narissa's eyes widened in surprise. She wanted to dodge the attack, but she wasn't fast enough to prevent the needle from piercing the skin of her wrist.

As she tried exerting a little force, she felt a soreness that numbed half her body. She then fell to the floor on one knee.