Bring Your A Game, Mr novel Chapter 567

Chapter 567 Kenneth’s Voice?

The incident happened so unexpectedly that Elise didn’t come to her senses until a dozen seconds later. She quickly ran to Faye’s side in an attempt to give her first aid, but the instant she touched Faye’s wrist, she immediately gave up trying to rescue her. She has no pulse anymore, she thought.

While Elise was distracted, the car that had knocked Faye dead swiftly made a U-turn and disappeared from the nearest intersection.

Elise looked at Faye, who died with her eyes open. Wait a minute. Technically, it’s “me” who died with my eyes open. At the thought of this, she suddenly realized that the perpetrator was coming at her. Holding Faye in her arms, she quickly scanned her surroundings with her eyes before quickly focusing her gaze on the surveillance camera on the other side of the street. With the surveillance camera, everything would be easy, she thought.

Having called the ambulance, Elise hurriedly left the scene. Before leaving, she took off the mask on Faye’s face.

Half an hour later, photos of a car accident at the back alley of Sierra Hotel quickly went viral on the internet. Elise purposely edited the surveillance video, removing the second half of it so that the video received by reporters only showed Faye lying in a pool of blood while sporting her face. As a result, the victim of the car accident became “Elise.”

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Meanwhile, Kenneth was leisurely sitting on the couch in his villa while chatting with Layla.

Engrossed in the conversation, Layla produced photos of herself when she was younger, asking Kenneth to comment on them.

Taking the cell phone from her, Kenneth pretended to take a look at the photo before giving her a look of amazement. “This is clearly an angel that came down from heaven!”

“Hehe!” Pleased, Layla giggled with a double chin while not forgetting to take a dig at Quentin. “Aw, you speak so sweetly as if your lips have been coated with honey! Some people simply wouldn’t learn from this.”

Quentin was dismayed by Layla’s sudden criticism as he sat across from them. He smacked his lips, but he dared not interrupt Layla in the end.

After a brief pause, Layla let out a sigh and started lamenting, “Sigh, what’s the use of being good-looking in the past? Now I’m just a fat and old woman who’s despised by everyone…”

“Don’t accuse me of that! I’ve never despised you.” Quentin weakly defended himself. “And besides, what’s so bad about being chubby? Chubby people bring good fortune; a family will only prosper if the lady of the house is chubby!”

“Shut up!” Layla rolled her eyes. “You know nothing about women!”

“Can’t I even compliment you?” Quentin looked depressed. Isn’t Kenneth a man as well? Why doesn’t she say the same thing about him? What’s so good about him except that he’s younger, more handsome, and more muscular? Women are all creatures who judge men based on their looks! After patting his butt, he put aside the iPad he had used to read the news and stood up. Walking up to the French window, he had a stretch to let the sun make his helplessness go away.

Kenneth unconsciously compressed his lips into a faint smile as he watched the couple argue. They squabble sometimes and care about each other, but they’ve never let each other go. I guess this is what it means to be together until the very end of their lives. After a moment of silence, he crept to Layla’s side and whispered, “I have a female assistant who looked about as chubby as you are when she was at her fattest. In just two years, she’s become a lovable stunner. I’ll have her compile the process into a detailed plan and bring it to you personally later.”

Layla’s eyes crinkled in a smile. “Haha! That’d be great! You and Elise really have the same idea, huh? With her conditioning my body and you helping me search for ways to lose weight, I’m definitely gonna be able to slim down!”