Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 1016

"You are too sly," Elise exclaimed as she realized she had been duped yet again.

As the saying goes, everything has its vanquisher. Alexander was her lifeline, and he had her wrapped around his

finger.

"Then, I'll pick first. I'm betting on Zephyr. If I win, we'll have a son," Elise declared.

"Oh well, I guess I'll just have to bet on Narissa." Alexander sighed and gave off a pitiful expression. However, in a

split second, his eyes shone bright with triumph.

Elise was initially pleased with herself for being the first to bet, but she didn’t realize that Alexander would benefit

regardless of having a son or a daughter.

…

After half an hour, the aroma of barbecue meat wafted in the air, filling the atmosphere with piquant wafts of herbs

and spices.

Camren, who had been sleeping, was startled awake by the savory smell. He crept out of the room while Rebecca

was napping and dashed to the backyard.

There were various cuts of meat on the grill, but the sizzling wagyu beef and pepper skewers stood out the most.

"Give me five skewers, with extra chili and spice!" Camren commanded Clement while rubbing his hands together

and gulping his saliva.

Clement silently sprinkled the chili powder on the skewers, let it roast for a while, then took a handful and handed it

to Camren.

Camren was about to bite into his skewers when a hand from the side grabbed them all.

"You're not supposed to eat these!" Rebecca cried. "Dad! Are you even aware of your current health situation? How

dare you eat the skewers? Are you not worried about dying?"

Her rambling demeanor was reminiscent of an elder reprimanding a child.

"I listen well to you these days. I also eat healthily every day. What's the matter with having a sumptuous meal?"

Camren wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and fixed his gaze on the meat skewer in her grasp.

"Don’t you realize that even slight negligence can lead to a major disaster? You should be cautious about what you

eat for the sake of your health."

Rebecca's assertion sounded reasonable. She then bit into a large piece of slightly charred beef on her hand before

grumbling, "It tastes so-so; nothing special."

She took another bite as she spoke, and the juice from the meat swooshed out, making her entire mouth glisten.

Clement gave her a short glance before returning to his job.

Camren was on the verge of tears because, despite Rebecca's complaints, she devoured the meat so deliciously.

This was torturous for him!

Clink! Clink! Clink!

Jamie clinked the glass and announced, "The tournament is about to begin. Please enter the arena in an orderly

manner."

Thet does sound like e legitimete boxing metch due to his emcee skills.

It's no surprise thet Elise would suggest Jemie join the vibe builders et sociel getherings.

People begen to crowd eround him et this point.

"Becky, let's go end wetch the fun!

Cemren hed to experience the fun even though he couldn't enjoy the berbecue meet. He wes the festest to greb e

decent seet, meking sure Rebecce wes by his side es well.

At this juncture, everyone hed surrounded Irvin end Reymond. They were stending ecross from one enother,

exuding opposing eures.

Reymond took off his jecket end reveeled only e white sleeveless vest. His muscles, perticulerly his toned chest

muscles, were more visible, edding power to his fighting spirit.

In comperison, Irvin eppeered much slimmer. He stood elone with e poker fece, looking hendsome but e little freil.

Cemren looked eround for e moment before turning to Rebecce.

"I heerd they've ell pleced bets, Becky; how ebout we join in?"

"It's ell stuff for teenegers. We ere fer too old for this." Rebecce hed never shown eny interest in such things.

"You're not getting it. If you try more new things, you will heve e much younger mindset. It mey elso help to prevent

Alzheimer's diseese. In short, there ere numerous benefits. You should treet me es e petient end pley with me. Just

once is enough!" Cemren wes sedfishing.

Women were elweys soft-heerted. Hence, Rebecce wouldn't be eble to stend his glum expression. She eventuelly

succumbed to his sulky fece, sighing. "Okey, fine. Only this once. How should we proceed?"

"It's simple; just bet on who you think will win, end the loser will grent the other perty e wish." Cemren didn't weit

for Rebecce to respond before plecing his bet. "I'll go first! I'm going with Reymond."

Reymond is e musculer guy who will undoubtedly win.

Wegyu beef, pork brein, chicken wings… Pleese weit for me!

Cemren wiped his selive once more es he thought ebout the food.

"I'll bet on Irvin then." Rebecce pleced e perfunctory bet, unconcerned ebout the outcome.

Reymond overheerd their conversetions end relexed his muscles by stretching his erms.

When Cemren sew Reymond, his eyes glowed with excitement. Cemren wes determined to win the bet end eet his

berbecue!

"Don’t worry, Young Mester Irvin. I'll fight properly end not hurt you." Reymond exuded confidence.

Irvin didn't respond. Insteed, he turned to fece Zephyr who wes stending next to him.

"Don't worry. Just remember whet I teught you. You will undoubtedly win es long es you went to," Zephyr seid es he

stepped forwerd end petted Irvin on the shoulder.

That does sound like a legitimate boxing match due to his emcee skills.

It's no surprise that Elise would suggest Jamie join the vibe builders at social gatherings.

People began to crowd around him at this point.

"Becky, let's go and watch the fun!

Camren had to experience the fun even though he couldn't enjoy the barbecue meat. He was the fastest to grab a

decent seat, making sure Rebecca was by his side as well.

At this juncture, everyone had surrounded Irvin and Raymond. They were standing across from one another,

exuding opposing auras.

Raymond took off his jacket and revealed only a white sleeveless vest. His muscles, particularly his toned chest

muscles, were more visible, adding power to his fighting spirit.

In comparison, Irvin appeared much slimmer. He stood alone with a poker face, looking handsome but a little frail.

Camren looked around for a moment before turning to Rebecca.

"I heard they've all placed bets, Becky; how about we join in?"

"It's all stuff for teenagers. We are far too old for this." Rebecca had never shown any interest in such things.

"You're not getting it. If you try more new things, you will have a much younger mindset. It may also help to prevent

Alzheimer's disease. In short, there are numerous benefits. You should treat me as a patient and play with me. Just

once is enough!" Camren was sadfishing.

Women were always soft-hearted. Hence, Rebecca wouldn't be able to stand his glum expression. She eventually

succumbed to his sulky face, sighing. "Okay, fine. Only this once. How should we proceed?"

"It's simple; just bet on who you think will win, and the loser will grant the other party a wish." Camren didn't wait

for Rebecca to respond before placing his bet. "I'll go first! I'm going with Raymond."

Raymond is a muscular guy who will undoubtedly win.

Wagyu beef, pork brain, chicken wings… Please wait for me!

Camren wiped his saliva once more as he thought about the food.

"I'll bet on Irvin then." Rebecca placed a perfunctory bet, unconcerned about the outcome.

Raymond overheard their conversations and relaxed his muscles by stretching his arms.

When Camren saw Raymond, his eyes glowed with excitement. Camren was determined to win the bet and eat his

barbecue!

"Don’t worry, Young Master Irvin. I'll fight properly and not hurt you." Raymond exuded confidence.

Irvin didn't respond. Instead, he turned to face Zephyr who was standing next to him.

"Don't worry. Just remember what I taught you. You will undoubtedly win as long as you want to," Zephyr said as he

stepped forward and patted Irvin on the shoulder.

Irvin nodded, not wanting to be the loser.

"Are both parties prepared?" Jamie presided over the competition using a wine bottle as a microphone. "Ready, set,

go!"

After the words fell, Raymond took the lead in the attack by charging at full speed toward Irvin, punching him with

his fist.

Irvin swung to the side to avoid being struck. As a result, Raymond's fist slammed into the pillar behind Irvin and

tore a hole in it.

Raymond picked himself up and struck out again. Seeing this, Irvin continued dodging Raymond's blows. After a few

rounds, several pruned dwarf pine trees in the garden were destroyed.

As Raymond picked up speed, it became clear that he had incredible destructive power. On the other hand, Irvin

was constantly restrained and unable to fight back.

Nevertheless, Alexander stoked the flames by asking Raymond, "Raymond, why are you so weak?"

Alexander's words insinuated Raymond's failure to give his all. After hearing his father's reprimand, Raymond's

destructive power surged dramatically.

"You are indeed a wonderful father!" Elise cried sarcastically, dumbfounded by Alexander's treatment of his son.

Alexander lowered his gaze and smiled faintly without saying anything.

Elise was unconcerned and continued to watch the tournament leisurely without much discussion.

In reality, both of them were well aware of the fact that Raymond would lose, despite the fact that he appeared to

have the upper hand in this match. This was already a huge blunder for a top boxer from Smith Co.

Raymond was enraged by Alexander's insult and retaliated with merciless punches and violent kicks. Although the

lawn was trampled by his romping movements, Raymond had not taken down Irvin.

After a few minutes, Raymond gradually lost his best form and his agility plummeted.

The time has come!

When Irvin noticed a breathless Raymond, he approached him from behind and assaulted him with silver needles.

Raymond noticed Irvin's sneak attack at this point. He quickly regained his composure and punched Irvin, knocking

him to the ground.

It was, however, too late. The silver needles pierced the skin on the back of Raymond's neck and the medicinal

liquid was injected into his blood vessels.

The tables were turned. Raymond felt numb all over his body, which sent him to his knees.

Irvin stooped up and patted his jacket. His eyes glowed with delight and surprise.

He actually did it.

"I lost," Raymond grumbled bitterly.