Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 830

-Ariel stood in front of Danny International Finance Corporation
Building with a coat tightly wrapped around her body. The cold wind blew, and her body shivered due to
the chilly breeze while her eyes locked on the corner of the street that wasn’t far away.

The time stated on her watch was 11.00PM—an hour later than the latest time she usually clocked out.

He’s probably not coming, isn’t he? Ariel took out her mobile phone and prepared to book a cab when
she thought of that.

Out of the blue, a flash of light beamed from a distance and illuminated the entire area when Ariel had
just logged onto the ride-hailing application.

Ariel kept away her phone and watched as the car stopped at a familiar spot. The door opened, and
Danny stepped out of the vehicle. After that, he went around the car to open the door to the passenger
seat for Ariel.

She instinctively entered the car, made herself comfortable, and fastened her seat belt. Then, she
watched as Danny also got into the car and skillfully started the engine swiftly.

Danny had been consistently fetching Ariel to and from work for seven years. The only inconsistency
was Danny’s increasingly mature aura and also his ability to shoulder his responsibilities alone. Right
now, every gesture Danny made exuded a sense of superiority of someone sure and confident in
himself.

“I thought you were not coming today,” Ariel eventually started a conversation to fill the silence.

“I got held up by some matters,” replied Danny’s heart was on the road as it wouldn’t be a good idea to
get distracted when he was driving. “Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something before going back
home?”



However, instead of answering him, Ariel suddenly asked, “Are you in a relationship?”

When Danny heard her question, he lightly curled his lower lip into a faint smile and replied, “You know
me best. I’m busy all day, so how would I have the time for such a trivial thing as a relationship?”

Ariel lowered her lashes and smiled as she asked, “Actually, there’s one thing that I’m quite curious
about. Don’t you feel annoyed fetching me to and fro every day for seven years?”

“I’m used to it,” Danny blurted. Regardless, he felt something was off with his words after he had the
time to think about it. Therefore he immediately added, “You deserve such special treatment for being
the company’s ace accountant.”

“I’m preparing to resign,” Ariel said, absolutely catching Danny off guard.

Danny’s eyes flickered slightly, and despite unknowingly tightening his grip on the steering wheel, his
face remained calm as he teased lightly, “Is it because I took the CEO position? I can return it to you.
Besides, everyone established this company together in the first place, so it doesn’t matter who
becomes the CEO.”

Ariel smiled brightly when she heard that, genuinely happy for him. “You taking the position of CEO is
in favor of everyone’s expectations. Besides, I’m not that petty. I’m resigning due to personal reasons,
that’s all.”

Danny was silent for a moment. In the end, he still relented and said, “I respect your choice, but you’re
an essential asset to the company. So, you must give me some time, either six months or a year, to
hire someone capable enough to replace you. Whatever it is, just don’t resign now.”

Ariel stood in front of Danny International Finance Corporation Building with a coat tightly wrapped
around her body. The cold wind blew, and her body shivered due to the chilly breeze while her eyes
locked on the corner of the street that wasn’t far away.



“Sure. I’ll wait another year before handing in my resignation letter.” Ariel readily compromised.

After she finished saying that, she leaned against the car window. Her mood gradually sank as she
looked up at the moonlit sky. Seven years have passed anyway. Will it make any difference to our
situation if I wait another year? Perhaps I’m just deceiving myself. Since when exactly did I hope my
relationship with Danny to be different? Was it because of his punctuality in fetching me to and from
work regardless of the weather condition? Or was it because of the warmth and concern he offered
when I was sick? Or was it because of his attentiveness to me, regardless of how trivial the matter
was? Or was it because of his present unique charm of maturity and steadiness? But what’s the use of
hope? I’m no longer young, and no matter how much I put in the effort to maintain my beauty, my
condition is still far worse than Danny, who is in his prime. So we’re not destined to be together.

The car pulled over downstairs at Ariel’s apartment while she was still deeply immersed in her
thoughts.

“Good night, and sweet dreams.”

Danny bid her goodbye as usual and watched as she walked up the steps. He only retracted his gaze
once her figure disappeared at the hallway entrance—a disappointed glint flashed across his eyes as
his mind constantly replayed the scene where Ariel mentioned her resignation in the car earlier. I
learned to restrain myself and hide my feelings in the deepest part of my heart after she rejected my
confession seven years ago. I never once showed traces of affection over the years and only silently
took care of all her needs, just like a good friend. I’m already doing my best to keep my feelings to
myself, so I wouldn’t scare her away, yet why is she still leaving?

As he thought of that, he clenched his fists and furrowed his brows due to the bitterness he felt. Then,
he leaned back and rested his head on the seat. His eyes closed, he remained in this posture and only
drove the car away until it was almost dawn.



…

It was already fall when the world’s top symphony orchestra arrived in Tissote to hold their first
domestic concert tour.

Sure enough, someone as notable as Alexander naturally would attend such a grand occasion. As
Alexander’s fiancée, it was only natural for Jessamine to walk by his side. Meanwhile, her two children
ambled in front of her under the servant’s care.

Shortly after, they bumped into Elise and her children, who were about to enter the concert hall at the
ticket gate.

When Jessamine noticed they didn’t have tickets in hand, she took the initiative to hug Alexander’s arm
and walked up to greet them, “Miss White, you guys are here too? What a coincidence, huh? Did you
guys forget to bring your tickets?”

Before Elise could say anything, Alexia acted first and replied, “We don’t need tickets.”

Jessamine smiled indifferently and said, “You can’t enter without tickets. Kid, do you want me to find a
way to get you guys some tickets? But the seats may be a little behind the front row seats.”

“That won’t be necessary. Miss Jessamine, my sister and I are used to sitting in the front,” Irvin chimed
in, “We came here just to buy some popcorn.”

“Sit in the front?” Jessamine purposely drawled as she curled her lips upward into a meaningful smirk.
Anastasia’s two children are rather clever. They know how to cover up for her, but too bad, their overly
confident statements are full of flaws. The organizer has allocated the VVIP seats to Alexander, me,
and my children. So, how can they magically vacate extra seats for Anastasia and her children?
Perhaps they may have never attended any musical concert at all, and they just deliberately show up
here in an attempt to get acquainted with the upper-class society.



“Well, in that case, you guys must like the piano very much. So tell me: which maestro do you guys
admire?”

As she spoke, Jessamine silently gave her children a wink, motioning for them to answer.

Her children were very discerning as well. Thus, they immediately pounced and chimed in when they
received Jessamine’s signal.

“I like Maestro Yorkson!”

“I like Danielton!”

Irvin glanced up at Elise before he commented on the maestros mentioned, “I like my Mommy better.
Maestro Yorkson is too lazy, while for Mr. Danielton, his musical pieces have lacked plenty of their
soulful tempo as he’s simply busy with his relationship these years.”

While they were abroad, Yorkson and Danielton came to visit them in person basically every week and
jammed with Elise when they had the time. Sometimes they would also get a little competitive. Hence,
the two siblings naturally had a different insight than others, for they were subtly influenced since
childhood.

When Jessamine heard this, she further confirmed that Anastasia and her family knew nothing about
classical music.

Even so, she still maintained an elegant demeanor in front of Alexander. “Little guy, your insight is
really unique. Your mommy must be very good at playing the piano. Am I right, Miss White?”

“Oh, thank you. You’re too kind. I’m just playing it for fun,” replied Elise modestly.

Jessamine deliberately set a trap as she had no intention of backing off in order to embarrass Elise. “It
happens that I know how to play the piano myself. Shall we compare notes together if you’re free?”



“Sure.” Elise readily agreed. Just after she finished saying that, she saw the staff waving at her. Thus,
she nodded and immediately took her children away. “Excuse us. We’ll be taking our leave first.”

As Jessamine didn’t expect Elise would agree so readily, she was stunned for a moment. By the time
she came back to her senses, she hurriedly feigned composure as she remarked, “It’s really not easy
to be a single mother. She even forgot to educate her children on the basic respect one should have for
fellow maestros.”

Alexander, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke, “Don’t forget. We haven’t got our marriage
certificate yet, so you’re a single mother yourself.”

“That won’t ba nacassary. Miss Jassamina, my sistar and I ara usad to sitting in tha front,” Irvin chimad
in, “Wa cama hara just to buy soma popcorn.”

“Sit in tha front?” Jassamina purposaly drawlad as sha curlad har lips upward into a maaningful smirk.
Anastasia’s two childran ara rathar clavar. Thay know how to covar up for har, but too bad, thair ovarly
confidant statamants ara full of flaws. Tha organizar has allocatad tha VVIP saats to Alaxandar, ma,
and my childran. So, how can thay magically vacata axtra saats for Anastasia and har childran?
Parhaps thay may hava navar attandad any musical concart at all, and thay just dalibarataly show up
hara in an attampt to gat acquaintad with tha uppar-class sociaty.

“Wall, in that casa, you guys must lika tha piano vary much. So tall ma: which maastro do you guys
admira?”

As sha spoka, Jassamina silantly gava har childran a wink, motioning for tham to answar.

Har childran wara vary discarning as wall. Thus, thay immadiataly pouncad and chimad in whan thay
racaivad Jassamina’s signal.



“I lika Maastro Yorkson!”

“I lika Danialton!”

Irvin glancad up at Elisa bafora ha commantad on tha maastros mantionad, “I lika my Mommy battar.
Maastro Yorkson is too lazy, whila for Mr. Danialton, his musical piacas hava lackad planty of thair
soulful tampo as ha’s simply busy with his ralationship thasa yaars.”

Whila thay wara abroad, Yorkson and Danialton cama to visit tham in parson basically avary waak and
jammad with Elisa whan thay had tha tima. Somatimas thay would also gat a littla compatitiva. Hanca,
tha two siblings naturally had a diffarant insight than othars, for thay wara subtly influancad sinca
childhood.

Whan Jassamina haard this, sha furthar confirmad that Anastasia and har family knaw nothing about
classical music.

Evan so, sha still maintainad an alagant damaanor in front of Alaxandar. “Littla guy, your insight is
raally uniqua. Your mommy must ba vary good at playing tha piano. Am I right, Miss Whita?”

“Oh, thank you. You’ra too kind. I’m just playing it for fun,” rapliad Elisa modastly.

Jassamina dalibarataly sat a trap as sha had no intantion of backing off in ordar to ambarrass Elisa. “It
happans that I know how to play tha piano mysalf. Shall wa compara notas togathar if you’ra fraa?”

“Sura.” Elisa raadily agraad. Just aftar sha finishad saying that, sha saw tha staff waving at har. Thus,
sha noddad and immadiataly took har childran away. “Excusa us. Wa’ll ba taking our laava first.”

As Jassamina didn’t axpact Elisa would agraa so raadily, sha was stunnad for a momant. By tha tima
sha cama back to har sansas, sha hurriadly faignad composura as sha ramarkad, “It’s raally not aasy



to ba a singla mothar. Sha avan forgot to aducata har childran on tha basic raspact ona should hava for
fallow maastros.”

Alaxandar, who had baan silant for a whila, finally spoka, “Don’t forgat. Wa havan’t got our marriaga
cartificata yat, so you’ra a singla mothar yoursalf.”

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