Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 322


    Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 322


    “…” Madeline began, but her words got stuck in her throat. She had thoughts to express, but couldn’t


    find where she should begin with as she was haunted by her terrible, horrendous mistakes. Eventually,


    she muttered, “Will you still be able to… begin again?”


    Without turning back and responding, Alexander grabbed the documents and left. Yet, in his mind was


    nothing but resolute answers. No matter what happened, Elise would stay Elise-the woman he would


    never give up on.


    Before Alexander got into his private jet, he received a call from Quentin. “Are you Griffiths handling the


    Matthew situation, or should I do it for you?” Apparently,


    Quentin, too, was informed about Matthew’s capture of Elise.


    “I’ll handle it,” Alexander coldly replied. Since Matthew was also one of the Griffiths, it was only right for


    him to settle the family affair.


    In the meantime, Matthew boasted before Elise, “Did you know? Alexander decided to transfer the


    shares under his name to me in exchange for your freedom. Your grandparents are also begging me. I


    know that they tensely wished for your release, but what are they gonna do if I’m not going to let you


    go?”


    At that moment, Elise couldn’t find the words to describe her own feelings. Alexander knew that she


    was confined under Matthew’s grasp. With how deranged Matthew was growing, Alexander must have


    figured out what his brother did to her. She was aggrieved, incandescent, but unfortunately, she was no


    match for Matthew. There was nothing she could do for the time being as he was threatening her with


    her grandparents. “Do you think you own everything after getting what you want, Matthew? You’re a


    wanted man. Do you seriously think you can run from this?” she questioned with an icy gaze.


    Her words pierced right through Matthew’s heart. The term “wanted man” felt like a smack to his face.


    “What do you know? You think I chose this? Do you know what Madeline did? My mother’s life was


    forced out of her because of that witch! Do you know what she’s been doing under the radar all these


    years: If it weren’t for my luck, I, Matthew Griffith, would have died in her hands!” Matthew, whose


    emotions were stirred, was screaming his words as if he was in hysteria while clutching Elise’s


    shoulders and violently shaking them.


    If this was in the past, she would have sympathized with him. But that was no longer


    the case. “Why do you think others should pay for your agony? Alexander let you off thest time. If


    you’re truly grateful, restarting wouldn’t be an issue, you know?” Elise leered at him.


    Matthew scoffed at her words. “Restart? As if it’s that simple! Tell me, Elise, if you were in my shoes,


    would you still be able to forgo this grudge of mine?” After all, only two that had undergone the same


    torment could truly rte to each other.


    But at this point, Jonah had already passed away. Alexander was innocent, but so was she, so why


    was she the one that was dragged into the matter? “Alexander and I already broke up. There’s no use


    taking me hostage. Do you really expect you can lead him by the nose with what you’ve done?” Elise


    snickered as she provoked Matthew.


    The Alexander she knew was extremely vengeful, especially toward Matthew, who had repeatedly tilted


    him. Even if Alexander wouldn’ty a hand on him out of family ties, she herself wouldn’t forgive him so


    easily.


    Matthew was shocked to see the hatred and determination in her eyes as he was reminded of the first


    time she revealed her real self. He was the one who saw her first, and their beginning was so pleasant.


    How did things turn into such a disaster? The thing that disturbed him the most was the fact that


    everything he set his eyes upon and everything he could have had were all taken away by Alexander.N?velDrama.Org ? content.


    “You wish to kill me? Even under this circumstance, you wish to kill me?” Despite knowing the answer,


    Matthew persistently shot the question, and felt a tingling soreness in his throat while he was at it.


    “Does a scrub like you even deserve to live?” Elise hit him with a piercing gaze. She never confronted


    him back when Jonah was in trouble, and she even treated him as a friend. Later when Matthew asked


    her out, she thought he could still redeem himself. However, she now finally understood that a pitiful


    man’s devastation was only brought forth upon him by himself.


    Matthew was aware of Elise’s grudge for him, and how much she wanted him dead. Yet, he decided to


    live, to live until the day where both Alexander and Madeline would eventually kneel before him.


    At that moment, Heather walked in carrying a bag of lunchboxes. Without speaking a word, she ced


    the bag down and headed out.


    As she was leaving, Elise quickly stopped her. “Wait a minute, Heather. I need your help. Can we go to


    the bathroom for a sec?”


    However, Heather did not stop walking. She had no intention to help Elise, to which


    Matthew voiced. “Help her out


    Elise was the unobtainable gem to Matthew’s life as Matthew was to Heather, and Heather deeply


    hoped for her to thoroughly disappear from the universe. Nheless, she had no choice but to listen


    to Matthew’s order. After entering the bathroom, she grew impatient at Elise’s stillness. -Cut the crap,


    Elise. Just tell me what you want” She hated even imagining them being together-Matthew putting


    himself down just to please Elise.


    “Why are you following after Matthew so pettily? Are you going to raise his kids after he has one: Have


    you ever stopped and thought about how your parents would feel: Elise countered with a series of


    questions.


    Disconcerted, Heather replied, “F*ck off with your sentiment cards. You just want a way out from me.


    Forget it, Elise. That’s impossible.”


    Elise stared at her and continued to interrogate, “Then what? Do you think you, the essory to


    murder, can escape this once Matthew kills: Think about your parents before you do anything stupid.


    You’re the only daughter they have, aren’t you?”


    Heather was around Elise’s age. If it weren’t for Matthew, she would still be living hervish life with her


    family in her parents’ loving arms. Nheless, she was now living a nomadic, unstable life, so not


    missing home was indubitably a lie. Sadly, to her, giving up on Matthew would be much more


    excruciating than dying. “Stop talking. You can’t change my mind.”


    At once, Heather turned around and left, but was immediately grabbed by Elise. “If you’re not leaving


    Matthew, are you willing to sacrifice your own life for him? And if you die, how are your parents gonna


    feel? There’s still time to pull out from this, Heather.”


    “But I can’t just stand idly and watch him die right in front of me. It hase to this, Elise. There’s no


    way back. And you should know that.” Heather understood Matthew had made peace with death before


    he decided to do all this. She had spent too much time and effort to keep herself by his side, willingly,


    and regardless of the insignificance of assistance she could provide.


    “You can’t change her mind. So I suggest you spend your time on things that matter more. A perfect


    wedding, for instance.”