Bring Your A Game, Mr
Chapter 1066

Chapter 1066 A Deep Cut

Narissa ignored him and went around his car, but then she saw Jamie walking toward her. After a small moment of hesitation, she got in Paul's car. "Klorov Hospital." "Got it. Buckle up." Paul let go of the clutch and drove away.

Narissa looked in the side mirror. Jamie was slowly turning into a speck. She leaned to the side and rested an elbow on the window, her head held by her hand, and she spaced out. Paul stole a glance at her and started a conversation. "It's in a remote place, that hospital. Why do you want to go there? Is someone sick? Want me to introduce a doctor to you?" "Please, will you shut up? I can't even hear myself think," snapped Narissa. How on earth can this guy talk so much?

"Sure, no problem." However, two seconds later, he said, "I know the breakup is weighing down on you, but you really need to vent things out. The best way to forget a relationship is to get into another one. I think I can be a good replacement."

Narissa shot him a glare and mocked, "Your whole R&D department got headhunted, and your company's share prices are plummeting. You should spend more time dealing with business instead of flirting."

"Aw, I know you care about me, but you don't have to worry." Paul grinned, not feeling angered at all. "I've thought about it. I'm no businessman, and this whole business thing is crazy. It exhausts me a lot. Someone in the company can take over. They're better at this than I am. I'll just split the wealth with Alicia fifty-fifty and live our lives to the fullest."

"I don't care what you want to do. Just stay away from me," warned Narissa.

Paul was a bit annoyed and amused at the same time. "Why do you hate me so much? I really like you. I truly do. I only neglected you because I wanted to see if I could run a business. And now that I know I can't, I'm back for you. I'm serious."

"I know you are, but I just don't feel it. Do you get me?" Oh my god, talking with him is a chore. It's like we're not even on the same wavelength.

"Why don't you feel it? I can change."

"Really? I don't like the fact that you like me, then."

"Really? I don't like the fact that you like me, then."

Paul shut up for a moment. "Sorry, can't change that. You're just prejudiced. I bet there are times you don't think I'm annoying."

"Yeah. When I don't have to see you."

That wiped Paul's smile away before he could even start to feel delighted. "Alright, I'm mad. Don't talk to me. I don't want to talk to you."

Good. Now I can hear myself think. Narissa rolled her eyes and rested her head on the side, then she closed her eyes.

Two hours later, they arrived at Klorov. It was a hospital in the southwest part of the city.

Narissa wanted to barge right in, but Paul took her to the reception. "You can't just run around like a headless chicken. Watch me. Excuse me, do you have any patient called Stenson here? We're his colleagues. Here for a visit." "A minute, please."

Paul lied as easily as he breathed, and he kept winking at Narissa.

Narissa looked around, and then the doors to an elevator opened. A group of suited thugs came out, forcing the other patients to make way for them. Then, Narissa saw Stenson in the middle of that group. He was still wearing the same slacks and aloha shirt she saw him in last time. He had a bandage over one eye, while malice glinted in the other.

"Hold it right there, Stenson!" Narissa yelled and chased after him right away.

The shout took all the strength out of Stenson, and his legs buckled, but he quickly stood back up. "Charge! Stop her!" He sent his lackeys to fight with Narissa while he tried to escape through the emergency exit.

Alas, his lackeys were weak. Narissa easily took them out and kept going after Stenson. She caught up to him the moment he got to the roof. Left with no choice, he climbed up the wall and crouched a little. With a trembling voice, he said, "Don't come any closer, o-or I'll jump!"

Narissa was speechless. You call yourself a gang lord? Honestly, not even high school kids would let you sit with them at lunch.

"Jump, then." Ignoring his threat, Narissa approached him. "But you'd better do it headfirst. Don't want you to be paralyzed now. In fact, I can help with that."

Panicked, Stenson looked down, which made his legs wobble even more. He crouched even lower.

Panicked, Stenson looked down, which made his legs wobble even more. He crouched even lower.

Narissa seized the chance and darted ahead to grab him by the nape. Then, she turned one arm behind him, hanging him over the building. "Where are you hiding Anastasia?"

"How should I know? You busted her out." Stenson held on tightly to the wall with his remaining arm. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Please, have mercy."

"You're still not telling?" Narissa loosened her grip a little.

"No, please, no!" Terrified, Stenson said, "I don't know where she is. She blinded me and knocked me out before I could do anything. When I woke up, my men told me you've fought your way in and exploded the bunker. I thought you busted her out." "If you aren't hiding her, then why did you run?" Narissa squeezed his neck.

"Ow, ow, ow. Lady, you looked like you wanted to kill me. Of course, I had to run."

Oh. Um...

A gust of breeze blew across them, and the air got awkward.

Just then, Narissa felt an intent of murder coming from behind. She saw the knife glinting as it came straight at her, and she moved to the side to dodge it. At the same time, she let go of Stenson, and he fell. Narissa never wanted to kill him, so she quickly went back and held onto him. However, she was only able to grab his belt, yet Stenson was too heavy, and the belt unraveled right away. She then grabbed his pants, but he kept sliding down. In the end, she had to hold him by his legs.

Terrified, Stenson turned around and yelled, "Don't let me go, please!" It was then he realized that he had no pants on. To his embarrassment, he also saw a group of people taking photos of him below. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he cried. "It's over. It's all over." "It's not. I'm holding you, damn it!" cursed Narissa.

"No. My reputation. It's gone!" Stenson cried.

Ponicked, Stenson looked down, which mode his legs wobble even more. He crouched even lower.