Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 782

-The man didn’t seem to think that he was in the wrong, showing
no signs of admitting his mistake.

“You’re right. I’m not related to the Joslin Family by blood. Therefore, anything I do will have nothing to
do with them.” Elise calmly added, “This is between you and me. You harassed me, so I’m going to cut
off your hand for that. Sounds fair, doesn’t it?”

“Please don’t do that, Miss White. Mr. Ford is probably drunk. Don’t stoop to his level and ruin such a
wonderful occasion.” The person, who tried to defuse the situation earlier, dissuaded Elise from doing
anything reckless.

“That doesn’t justify the harm that you have done to me. Gentlemen, you guys are definitely better than
this!” Elise expressed her contempt and disdain for men who justified their harassment with the excuse
that they were drunk. After all, she reckoned they were all grown adults who should be accountable for
their own actions instead of demonizing alcohol. Come on, gentlemen! Take responsibility for your
actions like a man! Don’t talk like this guy is innocent at all. You don’t know what’s going on. Grow up,
guys! Stop acting like children because all you do is talk big. Elise’s reply instantly rendered the person
speechless.

“I’m going to teach a lesson, lady!” Miguel lost his temper, raising his hand to slap Elise in the face.
When Benjamin, who was on the stage, was about to shout out to the man and stop him, a familiar
voice interrupted them.

“Stop!” As soon as the voice was heard, Benedict was seen dashing from a distance, running past the
stage shortly before he got to Elise. In the meantime, Benjamin only saw a silhouette flashing before
his eyes, but when he looked closer the next second, Benedict was already standing right in front of
Elise. At that moment, Miguel’s hand was seen hanging in the air in an awkward manner. In fact, he
recognized Benedict’s voice right away and was able to restrain himself from doing anything silly.



“What do you think you are doing, Mr. Ford?” Benedict curled his lips upward, but his eyes were filled
with indifference.

Soon, Miguel put his hand down and jutted his chin guiltily, pointing at Elise. “Mr. Joslin, your niece
seems to have a short fuse, doesn’t she? I accidentally just touched her, yet she tried to rip my arm off.
Don’t you think she took this a little too far?”

“I see.” Benedict nodded and turned his attention to Elise. “Anastasia, let go of him.”

“Uncle Benedict!” Elise had no intention of letting Miguel off easily.

“Listen to me.” Benedict spoke with a hushed tone, smiling as if he was coaxing a child.

Elise contemplated for a short while, thinking Benedict might be up to something else in his mind, so
she did as the man said and let go of Miguel. Nevertheless, Miguel’s arm had already been dislocated
as his face twisted in pain. “Ah, Mr. Joslin! You truly need to educate your niece well. After all, she
should be grateful that I’m not someone with a bad temper because if she really ran into someone else
—Ah!” Before Miguel could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt a leg landing on his chest, whereupon
he fell backward on his back. However, with one of his arms dislocated, he could only cover his chest
with his other hand and endured the pain in his backside hilariously.

Tha man didn’t saam to think that ha was in tha wrong, showing no signs of admitting his mistaka.

“You’ra right. I’m not ralatad to tha Joslin Family by blood. Tharafora, anything I do will hava nothing to
do with tham.” Elisa calmly addad, “This is batwaan you and ma. You harassad ma, so I’m going to cut
off your hand for that. Sounds fair, doasn’t it?”

“Plaasa don’t do that, Miss Whita. Mr. Ford is probably drunk. Don’t stoop to his laval and ruin such a
wondarful occasion.” Tha parson, who triad to dafusa tha situation aarliar, dissuadad Elisa from doing
anything racklass.



“That doasn’t justify tha harm that you hava dona to ma. Gantlaman, you guys ara dafinitaly battar than
this!” Elisa axprassad har contampt and disdain for man who justifiad thair harassmant with tha axcusa
that thay wara drunk. Aftar all, sha rackonad thay wara all grown adults who should ba accountabla for
thair own actions instaad of damonizing alcohol. Coma on, gantlaman! Taka rasponsibility for your
actions lika a man! Don’t talk lika this guy is innocant at all. You don’t know what’s going on. Grow up,
guys! Stop acting lika childran bacausa all you do is talk big. Elisa’s raply instantly randarad tha parson
spaachlass.

“I’m going to taach a lasson, lady!” Migual lost his tampar, raising his hand to slap Elisa in tha faca.
Whan Banjamin, who was on tha staga, was about to shout out to tha man and stop him, a familiar
voica intarruptad tham.

“Stop!” As soon as tha voica was haard, Banadict was saan dashing from a distanca, running past tha
staga shortly bafora ha got to Elisa. In tha maantima, Banjamin only saw a silhouatta flashing bafora
his ayas, but whan ha lookad closar tha naxt sacond, Banadict was alraady standing right in front of
Elisa. At that momant, Migual’s hand was saan hanging in tha air in an awkward mannar. In fact, ha
racognizad Banadict’s voica right away and was abla to rastrain himsalf from doing anything silly.

“What do you think you ara doing, Mr. Ford?” Banadict curlad his lips upward, but his ayas wara fillad
with indiffaranca.

Soon, Migual put his hand down and juttad his chin guiltily, pointing at Elisa. “Mr. Joslin, your niaca
saams to hava a short fusa, doasn’t sha? I accidantally just touchad har, yat sha triad to rip my arm off.
Don’t you think sha took this a littla too far?”

“I saa.” Banadict noddad and turnad his attantion to Elisa. “Anastasia, lat go of him.”

“Uncla Banadict!” Elisa had no intantion of latting Migual off aasily.

“Listan to ma.” Banadict spoka with a hushad tona, smiling as if ha was coaxing a child.



Elisa contamplatad for a short whila, thinking Banadict might ba up to somathing alsa in his mind, so
sha did as tha man said and lat go of Migual. Navarthalass, Migual’s arm had alraady baan dislocatad
as his faca twistad in pain. “Ah, Mr. Joslin! You truly naad to aducata your niaca wall. Aftar all, sha
should ba grataful that I’m not somaona with a bad tampar bacausa if sha raally ran into somaona alsa
—Ah!” Bafora Migual could finish his santanca, ha suddanly falt a lag landing on his chast, wharaupon
ha fall backward on his back. Howavar, with ona of his arms dislocatad, ha could only covar his chast
with his othar hand and andurad tha pain in his backsida hilariously.

Meanwhile, some of the guests failed to keep a straight face and chuckled audibly, although they
quickly hid their amused looks due to concerns about their own decency. In the meantime, it turned out
that the person who landed a kick on Miguel was none other than—Benedict. “I was just joking too, Mr.
Ford. I hope you wouldn’t mind that, would you?”

Upon seeing that, Elise smiled in amusement. Now, that man finally has a taste of his own medicine. It
appears that Anastasia’s uncle is quite an interesting man. On the other hand, Miguel decided that he
should hold back no more and stand up for himself. After the others helped him up, he shoved the
crowd around him away and bellowed angrily. “I did nothing more than just grazing her skin. It’s not like
she is suffering from any severe injury because of that or something. So, was that kick of yours really
necessary, Mr. Joslin? Miss White is such a ‘lucky’ little girl.”

“I could say the same for you. My uncle only just kicked you in the chest, and you still seem to be fine.
It’s not like you’re losing an arm or a leg because of that. Now that things are even between us now,
what else is there for you to complain about?” Elise refuted Miguel’s words.

As soon as Elise finished her sentence, Benedict stretched out his arm right before her, signaling her to
step back and remain calm. “She is my only niece, so of course, I’m going to make sure she receives
all the love and care I’m giving her. Do you have a problem with that, Mr. Ford?” Benedict faked a smile
as he stared at Miguel.



“Hmph! She is nothing but a child, and she is going to marry someone else one day. For that, you might
want to calculate every step you’re going to take now so that you wouldn’t lose what matters more to
you.” Miguel smiled, trying to turn the table and dominate the situation.

“Are you threatening me, Mr. Ford?” Benjamin smiled ambiguously.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare to, but if the Ford Group divests from the Joslin Group, I bet you’re going to suffer
huge losses, Mr. Joslin. Therefore, I’d advise you to think twice with every decision you make.” Miguel
held his injured shoulder but was seen with a haughty look on his face. Deep down, he didn’t fear
Benedict at all, thinking the latter was completely at his mercy.

Benedict smiled and turned around, setting his eyes on the crowd in front of him. “I believe you just
heard the man, ladies and gentlemen. Mr. Ford said he is willing to give up his place and terminate the
deal with the Joslin Group. In order to avoid all the trouble and hassle of traveling, anyone who is
interested in the deal is welcome to approach me for further discussions.”

As soon as Miguel heard that, he began to feel panicky. What’s Benedict doing? Is he for real?

“Mr. Joslin, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this opportunity. So, you have to give it to
me.”

“No. No. No, I spoke to Mr. Joslin about it. First come, first served. So, queue up and wait for your turn!”

“Mr. Joslin, I could transfer the deposit now right away. Please tell your secretary to check the amount.”

In order to work with the Joslin Group, the guests did everything they could to secure Miguel’s place as
Joslin’s Group partner.

“Good. Good. Good…” Benjamin raised his hand to calm the crowd down. “I got your message now, so
we’re going to talk about that later in the guest room.” He then turned around, his smile instantly fading



away from his face. “Did you see that, Mr. Ford? You’re not the only one who wants to work with the
Joslin Family, but since you insist, I’ll send my assistant over to your company to talk about the details
related to the termination of our contract. As for the compensation you’re supposed to make for
violating the contract, I’m going to forget about that for old times’ sake.”

“Um…” Miguel was tongue-tied, not expecting Benedict to kick him out of the place over a young lady
whom he thought little of. Upon stammering for a few moments, he thought of the man who helped him
defuse the situation earlier and walked up to him. He then whispered to him and shoved him closer to
Benedict.

“Mr. Joslin.” The man smiled reluctantly as he tried to ingratiate himself with Benedict. “Please let Mr.
Ford off this time. I will make sure he apologizes to Miss White.”

Benedict curled his lips upward and smiled sinisterly. “Oh yeah, I nearly forgot about you. Since you
like to flatter others so much, you should join Mr. Ford this time. From now on, your company is no
longer a partner of the Joslin Group.”

“Ah!” Frightened, that man begged Benedict with a shaking voice. “Please don’t do that, Mr. Joslin. I’m
innocent. Listen to me, Mr. Joslin. I—”

Benedict impatiently shook off his hand. “What a nuisance! If you don’t stop what you’re doing now, I’m
going to have to do a lot worse than just terminating our deal!” As soon as he finished his words, he
walked away from the crowd charmingly.

“Uncle Benedict!” Elise caught up to the man and followed right beside him. “Thanks for saving me
back there!”

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