Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 838 I'm Already a Rosepicker

In recent years, Blitzy Entertainment was not as successful as Rushmore Entertainment, but the hall was still decorated magnificently. Exceptionally excited to be in a new place, Alexia bounced all the way inside.

"Lexi, be careful not to bump into anyone!" Elise had just finished speaking when Alexia ran headfirst into a pair of long legs. The owner of the legs jolted, causing the coffee in their hands to spill out that instantly stained their fashionable clothes with a large gray stain, covering their hands and feet in coffee as well.

As soon as she saw that the person Alexia bumped into was Winona, Elise froze for a moment. This was the thing about returning to Cittadel-she could run into acquaintances everywhere she went.

"I'm sorry, Miss!" Knowing that she had caused trouble, Alexia hurriedly pulled out a packet of tissues from her small bag and handed it over, looking up at the pretty lady with large and pitiful eyes. From her past experience, beautiful women were always kind-hearted, and as long as she obediently admitted her mistake, they would definitely forgive her.

"It's all right."

Winona had no intention of holding her accountable in the first place, and she accepted the pack of tissues and pulled one out. Then, as if coming back to her senses, she looked down again with a stunned expression. As she looked at Alexia's eyes and eyebrows, as well as her small, delicate nose, a sense of deja vu engulfed her, and her mind flickered with Elise's captivating face.

This young girl was just as beautiful, and her eyes, in particular, were exactly the same as Elise's. Was she Elise's daughter?

Winona frowned and subconsciously looked around, but as far as her eyes could see, there was no sign of Elise. However, when she met Anastasia's eyes, she fell into a dilemma once again. Though these eyes were more familiar to her than the little girl, it was her first time seeing her face.

Elise followed her gaze and went up to pull Alexia back to her. "I'm really sorry. It's my fault for not watching my child. You're not hurt, are you? Let me take you to the nearby mall to get a new set of clothes. I'll pay the bill."

Returning to her senses, Winona waved her hand. "It's fine. I have to change my clothes for the recording anyway, so it's not a problem. It was my fault for not watching where I was going too."

"What a coincidence, then. We are also here to film a show." As Elise was so focused on being outraged about the embroidery incident that she forgot to look at the list of guests, she probed, "Are you here for the recording of Cultures Without Borders as well?" "Yes." Winona smiled good-naturedly and nodded. "I'm familiar with this place. Let's go together. I'll lead the way."

Then, she stretched her hand toward Alexia and said with a smile, "Little princess, let me hold your hand. There are a lot of people inside, so if you bump into someone, you might get into trouble!"

"Thank you, Miss." Alexia's sweet tongue left Winona in a good mood, and she kept teasing her as they walked in.

As soon as the group arrived backstage, they heard a huge commotion inside, where Ekaterina was cursing in Rosepeakian.

"Cittadelians are all useless. They're even dumber than pigs! And they dare to call themselves embroiderers? They can't even understand what I'm saying. They're better off picking up garbage! How can they even think of stealing from me? Keep dreaming!" Most of the participants did not understand Rosepeakian and did not respond to her words, only knowing that a Rosepicker woman was reprimanding her foolish assistant. Besides, this group of people were specially invited by the TV station, so it was better not to meddle. Before Elise could react, Winona barged in with the child in anger, and retorted in fluent Rosepeakian, "Let me get this straight. This is Cittadel's territory, not Rosepeak. If you look down on our country, then go back!"

As Winona was very popular after winning the variety show, when the staff saw that she was about to get into a conflict with Ekaterina, they hurriedly rushed over to smooth things over. "You're here, Miss Jennings! Your seat is this way."

As soon as she finished, Elise walked in with Irvin and Mimi.

When she saw the Cittadelian woman groveling next to Ekaterina, she sighed and shook her head repeatedly. Although they were separated by a certain distance, and she looked like a weather-beaten middle-aged woman, Elise recognized Abby at once. In just seven years, she had changed from a young and passionate girl to a pushover, which was truly saddening.

However, what Elise found even more difficult to accept was that the embroidery master who once claimed to be upholding Cittadelian culture was now willingly helping a Rosepicker person to distort the truth. She didn't want to think that she had misjudged her, but the truth was right in front of her eyes.

Elise walked up to Abby and said calmly, "If I remember correctly, this should be Miss Abby, the only heir of the embroidery family. Can you tell me why you are here?"

"She is my assistant!" Ekaterina stood forward, her eyes full of defiance and disdain. "Also, she is now a Rosepicker. Embroidery is a traditional culture from Rosepeak. How would there be any embroidery families in Cittadel? You got the wrong person, Miss." Elise shot her a cold glance and turned back to Abby, stubbornly waiting for her answer. "Is that so, Miss Mellor? My friend once told me that Abby is a person with great potential and a strong sense of patriotism, but now this person is saying that you're a Rosepicker. This isn't true, right?"

"It is." Abby's eyes were devoid of life when she answered without thinking, "The Mellor Family has existed for embroidery for generations. As embroidery belongs to Rosepeak, I'm naturally a Rosepicker as well."

Elise's face was full of disappointment. It seemed that in the competition seven years ago, what Abby lost was not only the competition, but also her dignity and sense of identity as a Cittadelian.

However, Ekaterina was satisfied. "Have you heard her clearly? I was scolding a Rosepicker person, so what does it have to do with you?"

"Nothing to do with us? You just said that Cittadelians are as stupid as pigs. Do you really think that no one can hear you?" Winona rebuked, feeling disgusted with this woman.

"Do you have proof?" Ekaterina was unfazed as she said, "If you don't, go away and stop meddling! Abby, let's go back to our waiting room. We have to perform on stage later, so let's stop wasting our time here!"

Saying that, Ekaterina turned around and left while Abby trailed behind with several large boxes in her hands. Though she was unable to straighten her back from the weight, she still obeyed her words. When Elise saw that, she felt sorry for her from the bottom of her heart.

"That's how things are." Winona said in a comforting voice, "No one has been able to take the lead in Cittadelian embroidery so far, so it's no wonder that Rosepickers are so arrogant."

"Their arrogance is only temporary. There is no reason for them to curse at us like this. It's only a matter of time before they bow down to us!" Elise said furiously, her blood boiling with anger.

Winona looked at her resolute gaze and once again fell into confusion. The woman in front of her and Elise were so similar that they were nearly identical.

Feeling uncomfortable by her stare, Elise turned her face away in confusion. "What's wrong?"

A trace of disappointment flashed in Winona's eyes and she smiled awkwardly. "I just thought of an acquaintance. She's just like you. Her eyes are always so determined."