Bring Your A Game, Mr
Chapter 119

Chapter 119 It Depends on Her

Ashlyn pounced on Queenie like a crazed woman. "What did you say, you b*tch? I'll kill you!"

Queenie faced Ashlyn's assault head on, but it quickly devolved into a brawl. Even then, nobody went ahead to stop them, worried they might get hurt themselves. In the end, Donald had to come over with his men to stop the fight.

Ashlyn's eyes were red with anger, and she was glowering at Queenie. "You're not getting away with this so easily, b*tch. This isn't the end."

Donald finally snapped at that point, and he slapped Ashlyn again. "Enough! You've humiliated us for the last time!"

That slap finally made her calm down, but that didn't stop Queenie. "You brought this on yourself, Ashlyn. Honestly, I thought that was a low blow even from you. Good thing your plan didn't go through, or it'd be a bad day for the Griffiths. If Alexander was really forced to marry an evil b*tch like you, it would be the end of their family."

That was the first time someone ever insulted Donald that way. To be fair, he wasn't the target of that insult, but he still felt humiliated. "Take her away!" he told his bodyguards.

A moment later, they propped Queenie up and took her away. But even so, that didn't stop her from cursing.

"You can't let her go, Uncle Donald! You can't!" Ashlyn frothed at the mouth. If she leaves, I'll be finished! She has to die, or I won't be able to survive in this circle!

But Donald didn't listen to Ashlyn and told his guards to bring Ashlyn away as well. Eventually, the crowd calmed down. The guests didn't say anything since Donald was there. However, they had told everyone about Ashlyn's actions when he wasn't looking. Embellished it, even.

At the same time, everyone was glancing at Alexander. They would have said something, but Alexander was too imposing for them to do so.

"Let's go," Alexander said curtly.

He was about to leave, but then Donald came up to them. "Can you give me a minute, Alex? I need to talk to you."

Alexander answered indifferently, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lawson, but I don't think we need to talk about anything."

It was a slight change in how he was addressed, but it set off Donald's alarms. He knew Ashlyn had crossed the line, but he secretly thought it would have been great for the Lawsons if she actually succeeded. Well, he couldn't say that out loud, so he pretended to look sad. "I know Ashlyn crossed the line and it's over between her and your family, but that doesn't change the fact that our families are still friends. I'll teach her a lesson, I swear. She won't forget about it anytime soon."

Before he could finish, Elise sneered. "Well, that's putting it lightly, Mr. Lawson. You think you can end this with just a simple apology? We're not stupid, you know."

Donald never even cared about Elise. Now that she had spoken up, he finally looked at her, but his gaze was not friendly. "She's still my family. Furthermore, her plan didn't succeed, did it? That's what matters in the end," he said brazenly.

How disgusting. "So you're saying it's okay to drug someone as long as their plan fails in the end? And here I thought public servants should know more about the law, but it seems like I'm proven wrong. Or are you trying to say you'd rather protect your niece even if that means you'd get demoted?"

Donald was struck with fear after Elise said that. The whole reason he managed to climb up this high on the social ladder was because of his political status. If he were to be demoted, his family would be ruined. "You're a great debater, aren't you, miss?" Donald wiped the sweat off his forehead and backed down. "How about this? Tell me what you want me to do with Ashlyn, Alex? I'll do as you say."

Alex didn't say a word until that point. After all, Elise was cute when she butted heads with Donald. Also, he could feel that she was protecting him, and he liked that feeling, so he wanted it to last a while longer. "Is that so, Mr. Lawson?"

Donald nodded. "I want to end this here. After all, I still want to be friends with your family."

Elise crouched down and pulled Alexander's pants up, revealing his wound under the fabric. "We'll take that offer, Mr. Lawson. So how about you start with this thing here. Sure, the wound's healing up, but that doesn't mean it won't leave a scar. I'll make sure Ashlyn gets a painful reminder about this."

Elise was talking calmly, but she managed to scare Donald for the first time in his life. She might look ugly and young, but she was more imposing than him, who had worked in the political scene all his life. "I'll hand her over to you, Alex. You can do whatever you want to her, but just keep her alive."

Just what I wanted, Elise thought.

Alexander knew what she was thinking, so he agreed to it. "Sure. I can work with that."

That's a yes. Whew. Donald heaved a sigh of relief. "That looks serious, Alex. Why don't you go to our hospital? I'll get the best doctor to treat you."

"No," Alexander refused. "You don't have to do that. This is just a small wound. Just dock the yacht so that we can get off."

Donald quickly told the staff to dock the yacht. It was only after Elise and Alexander left did he realize his back was drenched with sweat. "I want to know everything about the woman who was with Alexander," he told his underling. Then he mumbled, "I did my best, Ashlyn. It's all on you now."

Cameron had been waiting at the pier for a while. When Alexander and Elise disembarked, he quickly welcomed them. "How do you feel, sir?"

"Just a scratch. Let's go back to the company," he answered calmly.

Elise refuted that suggestion. "No. To the hospital first."

That put Cameron in a tough spot. Who should I listen to? Miss Sinclair? The young master?

"Sir, what should I do?"