Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 930 How Many Girlfriends Do You Have?

If there were one thing Clara despised the most, that would be being lectured. She had heard similar arguments no less than a thousand times since she was a child, and she thought those who reprimanded her were hypocrites. After all, she was only minding her own

business and had not caused trouble for them. So, what gave them the right to meddle in her business?

"What now?" Danny puffed his chest out in the face of her undisguised annoyance. Still, he felt inexplicably guilty when he was met with her fierce eyes. He even imagined that she would force herself onto him if he continued pressing her buttons.

In the end, she merely rolled her eyes, turned, and flounced off without another word. Naturally, Noah wanted to chase after her, but Alexander blocked his way.

"Shouldn't you explain why you are here?" Alexander questioned coldly.

Noah answered without hesitation, "I will spare no expense in bringing a murderer to justice. I will fight you to the end since you two worked together to scheme against us!"

"Do you think you would still be alive if we really wanted to end you?" Alexander's voice sounded calm and neutral, but the threat was explicit.

"Come on, then. I'm not afraid of you. We should definitely compete over who lives a longer life." Noah did not care if he was up against Alexander. He was fearless.

However, Danny, who had been feeling guilty because of Raffle's death, stepped forward, pulled Alexander away, and took the initiative to mediate the situation. "Look, let me say this one last time. We have nothing to do with your father's death. We aren't saints. Stop testing our patience. If you continue pulling the same trick, you won't be so lucky next time."

"I only believe that good deeds come back to help you, and bad deeds come back to haunt you. God will never let any wicked person go!" Noah satirized.

"God bless your stupidity." Finally, Alexander had had enough of Noah's nonsense, so he shoved Danny aside and made himself comfortable on the couch. "Just you wait!" Noah threw them a vicious look and stormed off.

Danny let out a helpless sigh as he closed the door.

"This person keeps sticking his nose in all the wrong places. We should've just given him a map to find Wendy to save ourselves from this headache," Alexander groused. He hated uncertainties because they tended to impact his plans in ways that he could not imagine. Moreover, it. It had been a difficult journey for him to reunite with Elise. So, he preferred stability; the less uncertainty, the safer his family was.

"Well, I highly doubt he will come out alive if he finds Wendy now. He neither has the brains nor the skills to navigate through those muddled waters. So, let's just consider this as an act of charity. He will let this matter go once he's finally got it out of his system." Danny did not want to have blood on his hands.

"On your head be it, then," Alexander grumbled expressionlessly.

"Fine." Danny did not say anything further, as it was reasonable for him to clean up his own mess.

"Wait, where are you going?" Alexander asked when he saw Danny walking toward the door. Danny rolled his eyes when he heard that idiotic question. "Of course, I'm going to book a new room. Do you want to sleep on that bed?"

Alexander was at a loss for words. He had somewhat forgotten what had happened earlier. The second he returned to his senses, he fled from the room like a bat out of hell without bothering to wait for Danny. After all, this hotel was very popular, and he wanted to be the one sleeping on a comfortable bed if only one room was left.

On the other hand, as soon as Noah saw Clara near the hotel entrance, he quickened his pace to block Clara's way. "Wait a minute!"

She got impatient with him. "What do you want? Are you thinking of making me responsible for what I did to you?"

"No, not at all." Noah looked immature and naive compared to her calm demeanor. "Instead, I want to be your boyfriend and take responsibility for my actions."

She instantly became amused and asked, "How many girlfriends do you have?"

"None at all." He shook his head.

"Go figure." She didn't bother to hide the contempt in her voice as she continued, "Well, you did a considerably great job back then as a virgin. But unfortunately, I'm not interested in innocent boys like you. I only like married men. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" "Are you kidding me?" He could not believe his ears and was momentarily stunned by her brazen statement. Finally, she rolled her eyes at him, pushed him away, and left.

Poor Noah could only stare at her graceful back and wonder what went wrong. His heart felt as if it was sinking into the bottomless lake. They were so compatible earlier. How could she turn against him in a snap of a finger?

...

Meanwhile, the car, which Ariel was in, finally arrived at the Abbott Manor, but it did not drive to Camren's villa. Instead, it took several additional turns and stopped at another estate a few hundred meters away.

Regardless, Ariel did not panic at the sudden turn of events. She figured she should make the best of it since she was already there. She got out of the car, spruced herself up, and then walked to the villa with a confident stride.

The interior decoration of the villa was low-key yet luxurious. The more-than-ten-meters high dome made the place look like a church. The villa's owner was definitely more tasteful than Camren, as the decoration was also in line with the younger generations' preferences. Ariel was looking around for a servant to see if she could get any information when suddenly a familiar voice came from upstairs.

"We meet again."

Ariel glanced up and saw a face quite similar to hers, except that the other person had sharper brows and eye features, making her look mean and unkind. Suffice it to say, Camren's genes were truly dominant. Unfortunately, Ariel didn't really know anything about his second daughter and only knew she went by the name Rylantha.

"Have we met?" Although she was on unfamiliar ground, her tone was flat as she exuded her usual calm yet strong aura.

"Of course, we met on the way to the airport. It's a pity that Camren rescued you. Otherwise, you would have been locked in my private prison, never to see the light again." Rylantha looked down at her condescendingly. Her tone was filled with disdain and arrogance. Ah, I see. So, it was Camren who saved us, Ariel thought. Camren had indeed done a lot to prevent her from nursing a grudge against Rylantha.

"Well, you don't need to treat me as your imaginary enemy. I have never thought of fighting you." Ariel initiated a truce because she was the older sister, after all.

"Do you really think you're worthy of being my enemy?" Rylantha narrowed her eyes viciously. "You will never be part of the Abbott Family so long as I don't admit you as my sister. My mother would also never have tolerated you if she was still alive!" Ariel shook her head upon hearing that. It was exactly what she thought. A marriage bond with a man of wealth and fame would only lead to despair. There was nothing one could do in that situation.

"Well, Rylantha, I will still treat you as my little sister no matter what you think. So, have some self-respect. The only thing I practice is etiquette. I always believe in the phrase, 'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you'. So, I will treat people with the usual niceties as long as they play nice. But I will also not hesitate to pay them back tenfold if they try to push my buttons. So, let's get along well. It's not good to fight between ourselves, especially since we're sisters."

Rylantha was just about to ridicule Ariel when she heard Ariel continue speaking, "And before I forget, you're still my junior. Do you think you could have been born in this world had my mother not left? It's easy to lose sight of things you already have once you become too calculative."

"What a b*tch! How dare you compare yourself to me, you low life?! I am the only daughter of the Abbott Family! You should've never been born!" Rylantha lost it and started cursing and pointing at Ariel angrily as she yelled.

Ariel's facial expression darkened at the abuse, and she warned, "I don't like people yelling at me, and I refuse to tire myself out for people unworthy of my attention. People of different aspirations or principles cannot get along together. Come to me again once you've got your head on straight!"

She was never a benevolent person. There was no need to stay since the other party clearly didn't welcome her presence.

"Stay right there, Ariel!