Bring Your A Game, Mr novel Chapter 1015

Before he could even react, the Hellens had already launched another round of attack.

"This won't do, Mr. Morgan. They are heavily armed. If we fight back and use up our ammunition, we'll only end up as targets!"

Owen's subordinate hinted that they should retreat.

So, as indignant as Owen felt, he could only make the painful decision of retreating. "Fix the bombs! Blow whatever we can't take with us. Evacuate!"

Following Triune's retreat, the bombs detonated one after another, blowing up the ship.

Not so surprisingly, Stenson passed out as he watched his goods burn to dust with his own eyes. What have I done to deserve this?! Why am I always the unlucky one?!

…

"Cheers!"

The Griffiths, their friends, and partners were having a barbecue party in the backyard of Griffith Manor to celebrate the success of destroying Triune's new outpost yet again.

After the first round of cheers, Elise noticed that only Clement was on barbecue duty, cooking up food diligently while everyone else was drinking and relaxing.

With that, she nudged Alexander with her elbow. "Ask Clement to join us at the table. It's pretty bad that everyone's eating here while he's at the grill alone."

"Trust me. Compared to a bunch of rowdy humans, he is more than happy to interact with silent ingredients," comforted Alexander after taking a gander at Clement.

"Will he be able to find a girlfriend with that temperament?" she commented with shock.

"That's why he remains single till this day," remarked Alexander.

Elise grinned sheepishly at that. "As his boss, you should be held responsible for this."

As Alexander was looking for an excuse, Raymond was gushing at the top of his lungs. "And guess what? A dozen or so people from different fields were imprisoned in Owen's outpost. After we rescued them—well, to stay alive and to thank us for saving them—they decided to join Smith Co. on the spot. From now on, they'll be working for us. Our base will be welcoming another batch of fresh meat!"

Alexander, too, felt proud when his subordinate was gleeful. With that, he exulted to Elise, "We have to thank the Hellens for providing us with bait. Without them, our operation wouldn't have been a success."

Raymond's hearing was impeccable. As soon as he heard Alexander's words, he raised his cup. "To the Hellens!"

Meanwhile, poor Stenson, who had just regained consciousness, sneezed violently.

"You sly fox, sitting there letting others fight each other out while you bag the prize later!"

On the other hand, Zephyr showed up to the party late. When he saw Jamie grilling corn, he snatched one that was ready without asking, eating the delicious delicacy away. "Mm, excellent grilling, Jamie. Say, if you ever decide to quit your business, you can consider being a chef."

At that, he turned around only to be taken aback, for he found Narissa glaring at him. "I haven't pissed you off again, have I?" he asked in bewilderment.

"Actually, you have, Doc." Jamie didn't know if he should laugh or feel bad for the doctor. "I'm grilling these corns for Narissa."

Cough, cough… Zephyr nearly choked on his saliva. After all, who'd think that a girl would ask for corn?!

Furthermore, to avoid repeating the yogurt accident, he even deliberately stayed away from the more common food like chicken wings and sorts.

"I assumed no one would want to eat this thing. Who'd have thought… Alright, I apologize. I'm sorry." Zephyr had no choice but to yield.

However, Narissa's anger only burned brighter. She then insinuated sarcastically, "Some people sure love to idle their day away, never offering to help out but are the first person to run to the food every time. I swear, they grow in age but never in manners!"

"Come one. It's just one skewer," Zephyr argued in frustration. "You don't have to make such a big deal out of it, do you?"