Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 942

"I didn't say I was gonna run away, did I? I just need some fresh air in the garden. Come along as you wish," said

Narissa.

"But—"

"You know you won't be able to work for our family if I put in some 'good words' for you with my father, right?"

The bodyguard made way for her upon hearing that. "Some fresh air might help with your recovery. This way,

Miss."

At long last, she could have a taste of freedom. A man with his right leg plastered was sitting on a bench under a

huge tree. Since there was some space abutting him, she gladly took a seat.

She closed her eyes and felt the sweet relief of nature wrapping herself, deeming that spending her days in a

hospital was not that bad. At the very least, she needed not confront Gale.

"Hey," the man beside her called.

"Me?" Narissa looked back, realizing that he seemed quite handsome.

Despite his short hair, his features added a dominant aura around him. In addition to the untrammeled essence

from his beard, he looked like the bad boy type which one could never resist; he resembled a celebrity with the last

name 'Adamson'.

"There's no one else aside from us." He raised his eyebrow. "Grounded by your family?"

Narissa shrugged as an acknowledgment of his question. With over ten bodyguards following her to the garden,

anyone could get a gist of the situation.

"That makes us buddies." He reached out for her hand before lifting his chin and pointing their front. "Look, the

men on the left are watching you, and the men on the right are watching me."

She had a strange feeling upon the epiphany. It was unbelievable to meet someone in the same boat.

"Wanna escape?" the man suggested mysteriously.

"But… Including the men from your side, at least twenty people are keeping an eye on us. How are we gonna run

away?" She perceived it as unrealistic.

"Of course, I have an idea, or I wouldn't have suggested an escape. Come closer."

Curious about what he had up in his sleeves, she obediently moved closer to him. Hearing his whispers ringing in

her ear, she was so shocked that her eyes widened. "I-Is this possible?"

"We won't know until we give it a shot." His excitement went over the roof. "I have a race tonight as well. I can't let

them see me as a scaredy cat."

She lowered her head until her gaze reached his plastered leg, teasing, "A race? In this state?"

"What's wrong?" He knocked on the plaster twice. "It's thick, but I've fully recovered since ages ago. It's the doctor's

doing. He just won't take it off from me after my family bought him off. Anyways, you don't have to worry about it.

Just say it—are you down for it?"

His dogged determination piqued her interest, hence the agreement. "I trust you this time."

"Yes!" His hands formed a fist vehemently before questioning, "What's your name?"

"Narissa Cuber."

"You're Narissa Cuber?" the man responded in pleasant surprise.

So, this was the girl my family set me up with? It seems like she hasn't recognized me yet.

"Got a problem with that?" She sensed something off.

"Nope. It's a pretty name." With a grin, he stretched out his hand for a handshake while introducing himself, "Paul

Heidelberg. Let's celebrate in advance for our successful escape."

…

The night dawned, and the clock showed 8:15PM. Paul beckoned a bodyguard into Room No. 602 before shoving

the hospital gown and wig into the bodyguard's arms. Paul requested someone to buy him those props during the

day.

"Get changed and wander around on the fourth floor ten minutes later."

"What for, sir?" The bodyguard could not follow.

"I'm dying from boredom here. I need some fun!" Paul was throwing a tantrum.

Noticing the bodyguard's doubtful expression, he tossed a cup to the bodyguard's foot. "Stop the nonsense and just

do as I say. Believe it or not, I can jump off the building from here while you're asleep. Let's see what kind of excuse

you have to say to my family."

"No, please! Please calm down, sir. Do not do anything stupid. I'll do as you say. I'll do it…"

When the time struck 9.00PM, a bodyguard of the Cuber Family knocked on the door to Room No. 401 on the fourth

floor. "Miss, allow me to enter the room to make sure that you're safe."

Intending to give her some personal space, he waited for another two minutes before turning the doorknob.

However, the patient's room was empty! Narissa, who was supposed to be sleeping, was nowhere to be seen.

At that moment, a bodyguard outside shouted, "Who's there? Stop right there!"

The troop of men ran in the same direction, prompting the bodyguard in the room to follow them.

Narissa, who had been hiding underneath the bed this whole time, crawled out and seized the chance to dash in the

opposite direction.

Soon, the man wearing a wig was caught.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" a bodyguard interrogated sternly.

"What does that have to do with you? Is wearing a wig against the law? I work for the Heidelbergs. Don't you dare

lay a finger on me!"

The bodyguard approached the crowd all the way from the patient's room. He squeezed through the throng and

finally wrapped his head around the situation upon realizing that it was not Narissa. "Damn it! It's a trap! Seize him!

Miss is gone. The others can follow me to search for her."

For the next five minutes, silence filled the fourth floor, whereas the people on watch on the sixth floor were

wondering what happened. Suddenly, a toy car was charging toward them with a balloon attached.

However, it halted midway without budging an inch. The tranquil yet strange scene drew their attention.

The closest bodyguard approached the toy car and kicked it twice. As he received zero response, he picked it up for

the others to inspect.

The six men gathered around and did not find any answers from it, but the balloon suddenly exploded.

Pop!

Following that loud noise, white powder scattered in the air. The men then dropped onto the floor in less than thirty

seconds.

"What's that?" The bodyguards in Room No. 602 came out to check on the situation.

A silhouette thwarted them at the door frame, and before they could discern each other's faces, the figure knocked

them out with clean moves. Lying in bed was Paul, whose eyes were widely opened. "Wow! Nice moves!"

Narissa patted the powder off her clothes. "Let's shoot off. If the bodyguards from my side return, everything we've

done will be in vain."

"Right." He lifted the blanket off him but struggled to move his plastered leg. "Need help here."

She glanced at him before scanning the room and walking to a corner. A couple of moments later, she forcefully

lifted him and placed him in a wheelchair. He almost had his bone snapped broken from the rough help.

"Ouch! Be gentle!"

Ignoring him, she held the handles and pushed him forward at full speed. They reached the back exit in less than

two minutes.

"No rush. Let me call a cab." He fished out his phone.

Meanwhile, she raised her left hand and tapped on her smartwatch. A minute later, a motorcycle appeared from a

nearby road before stopping right in front of them. However, no one was riding the motorcycle, which was covered

with cool LED lights.