Bring Your A Game, Mr

Bring Your A Game, Mr Chapter 253

Quentin then scanned across his surroundings before stopping his gaze at Elise and Alexander.

Instantly, his face turned much gentler. Seeing that, Maxwell turned to the direction he was looking at,

but had no idea what he was thinking. “Mr. Fassbender, your arrival truly brings delight to the mass.

Shall we head upstairs for a rest, where no one can disturb you?” Straightforwardly, Quentin refused

his offer. “No need, Mr. Dahlen. I’m just a normal guest like any other. Don’t be so courteous with me.”

Maxwell obsequiously laughed. “There’s no courtesy, Mr. Fassbender.

Just my obligation as the host.” At that moment, Maya, who was on the dance floor, noticed Quentin,

who was looking in her direction. Swiftly, she straightened her back and danced more gracefully, hinting

at her dance partner to take control of the dance floor together. Consequently, every other dancer

stopped dancing and gave them the spotlight. With that, only two pairs of dancers remained—Maya

and her partner, as well as Elise and Alexander.

Although Elise was confused, she didn’t stop her steps given that the music had yet to stop. Alexander

then wrapped his arm around her waist and whispered, “Let’s leave after this one.” “Okay,” she

answered, and followed Alexander’s tempo as they continued to dance. The next second, she noticed

Quentin, who was standing outside the dance floor. Thrilled at his arrival, she gave him a big smile, to

which Quentin responded with a much more benign, subtle grin. Although Maxwell had noticed his

change, he still didn’t manage to find out what caused it.

He tracked Quentin’s vision to her own daughter, who was on the dance floor, and instinctively

assumed that Quentin’s sudden change was caused by Maya. Instantly, there was an uncontrollable

joy in his heart, which he suppressed as he calmly uttered, “Mr. Fassbender, this is my daughter, Maya.

I’ll have her walk you through the surroundings later.” Quentin turned to him. “Your daughter’s quite the

dancer, Mr. Dahlen.”

Hearing that, Maxwell seemed to have an epiphany. Is he into my daughter? Although Quentin was

over forty, he did a fine job maintaining his youthful look. One would assume he was only in his early

thirties. And Maya was twenty years old this year. Even though there was quite a big gap between their

ages, the man in question was the Quentin Fassbender. Therefore, out of courtesy, trivial details such

as age could be easily overlooked. Bearing that in mind, Maxwell had a hard time containing his

excitement. “Thank you, Mr. Fassbender.

The girl’s been to dancing classes since she was a kid. It seems her hard work has paid off!” Unaware

of his underlying intentions, Quentin politely praised, “Yes, she’s a very talented dancer indeed.”

Finished, he turned away. In that instant, Madeline walked over to him from among the crowd and

greeted, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Fassbender. I’m Madeline Bowen from Griffith Group.” As Quentin was

about to leave, he halted his steps when he heard the company name. He then turned to Madeline and

had roughly figured out her identity. “Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Griffith.”

Before Madeline approached him, she was feeling somewhat uneasy, fearing that a giant figure like

him wouldn’t respond to her. However, a pleasant surprise was that he would care to entertain her. “Mr.

Fassbender, I’ve heard that you’re planning to establish subsidiaries within the country. Not sure if it’s

true or false, but I would like to tell you that Griffith Group has great advantages that could benefit your

expansion.

If you like that, perhaps you could consider collaborating with our company.” Quentin nodded. “It’s true

that Griffith Group excels in this aspect. Each of the young masters of the Griffiths is outstanding,

especially Alexander. He’s really an exceptional young man.” Hearing his compliment for her son, she

was overjoyed. She then hastily replied, “To think that Mr. Fassbender knows Alex! What an honor!”

“It’s nothing, Mrs. Griffith. Young Master Alex truly is one of a kind!” Quentin turned to the dance floor,

looking at Alexander and Elise with his admiring eyes.

“Besides, I admire his extraordinary vision. We shall work together in the future when we get the

chance.” Never had Madeline expected things to develop so smoothly. “That’s great news!” Having said

that, she turned to her son, but was immediately angered when she saw Elise. “Oh, Alex! He’s good at

everything, and never let me and his father worry about him. Among all things, he just had to be

stubborn at picking his partner.” From those words, Quentin sensed something odd. The woman was

blatantly insulting his own daughter! “That’s a pretty biased statement, is it not, Mrs. Griffith?

Young people nowadays are into romantic freedom. Now is no longer what it used to be. Arranged

marriage is nothing but a matter of the past.” Failing to acknowledge the message in his words,

Madeline hastily replied, “Even so, homogamy still matters! The Griffiths would become a joke to

society if that country girl without a solid family background were to get into our family!” Ah, so that’s

how it is. She doesn’t think Elise is worth her family. “Are you perhaps talking about Young Master

Alex’s fiancée, Mrs. Griffith?” “That’s exactly who I’m talking about!

Mr. Fassbender, you can laugh all you want, because even I am utterly displeased with that woman.

Unfortunately, it was the Griffiths’ old man who had determined the marriage. Now that he has passed

away, I was thinking if I could revoke the engagement. I’ll be satisfied if Alex finds someone who at

least meets the standards of our family.” Hearing that, Quentin mocked, “I totally agree with you, Mrs.

Griffith. Indeed, you have to find someone of your own standards. In this case, you may have

overestimated yourself.” Overestimated? Baffled, as she was about to quiz him, she realized that

Quentin looked rather displeased compared to earlier.

She grew frustrated, not knowing what she said that upset him. “I’m just thinking out loud, Mr.

Fassbender. About our collaboration…” “We’ll talk about it later. It’ll depend on Alexander’s

performance.” If Alexander does Elise even the slightest wrong one day, he’ll be getting it from me. Meanwhile, the song playing on the dance floor stopped. Elise eagerly walked out of the dance

floor, to which Alexander questioned her exhilaration. “What made you so excited?” She explained, “My

godfather’s here! I wanna see him!” Reminded by her words, he turned to Quentin, who was apparently

right beside Madeline.

For some reason, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen. “I’ll come

with you.” And so, both of them walked toward Quentin. Elise, having noticed Madeline’s presence,

instantly felt nervous, and her steps grew hesitant. “What’s wrong?” Alexander asked out of concern.

As she was about to answer, Quentin waved at her. She then smilingly replied, “Nothing. Let’s go.”

Thereupon, they headed toward Quentin. Nonetheless, this time, instead of calling out “Papa,” Elise

greeted, “Uncle Quentin.” Hearing her addressing himself as that, Quentin scowled in confusion,

though he was able to grasp the reason for her change. Someone had been bullying his daughter, and

was about to receive their payback. He could allow anything, even the worst, to happen to himself, but

to have anyone bully her daughter was strictly forbidden.

“You’re here too, Ellie! What a coincidence!” Madeline was dumbfounded. “You know each other, Mr.

Fassbender?” Quentin forthrightly stated, “Why, I’ve been looking after the girl as she grew.” At the

revelation, Madeline’s face blanched, realizing that she had been flagrantly criticizing the girl right in

front of him. Hell, they knew each other?