Bring Your A Game, Mr novel Chapter 900

Chapter 900 A “Sincere” Apology

Margaret fell silent in thought once she heard what Lyra said. Her brows furrowed as she pondered just how much of what Lyra had told her could be trusted.

Everyone knew that Alexander was generous toward his woman. If Anastasia did in fact owe someone money, he would not stand idly by. Why would the Whites have to be responsible for the debt?

After noticing Margaret’s lack of reaction, Lyra grabbed Edmond’s pants and pleaded through her tears, “Edmond, I know you like Adelpha. I’ll let her marry you, so can you take us in? You won’t have to spend a lot of money on us. You can just give us three meals a day. Actually, just two meals are enough. Just give us two meals a day. We’ll work too!”

Edmond kicked off her hands in disgust. “What are you blabbering, you crazy woman? Get your hands off me! You’d never be able to pay me back if you ruined my bespoke suit!”

Overwhelmed with despair, Lyra wiped her tears and wailed, “Why is my life so hard?”

Just then, Margaret cast aside all traces of her prior aloofness as she bent down and gently helped Lyra up. “Don’t cry, Mrs. White. I’ll buy you some food and find you a place to stay.”

“What’s wrong with you? We still have an appointment with an investor!” Edmond tapped his watch impatiently to remind Margaret that they didn’t have much time left.

“They’re not going to invest in us anyway. It doesn’t matter if we skip the meeting.” Margaret gave him a look that hinted he should go along with her. “Come on! Hurry up and give me a hand!”

Edmond couldn’t argue with her, but he couldn’t bring himself to touch Lyra either, so his only choice was to trudge along begrudgingly behind Margaret.

It took them one hour to settle Lyra’s needs, and once they left the hotel, Edmond started ranting at Margaret. “I have no idea what’s going on inside your head. We can’t even take care of ourselves right now, so why are you getting involved in the sh*tty business with the Whites?”

“I have my reasons, of course.” Margaret finally explained what she had been mulling over. “Anastasia White could very well be the next Mrs. Griffith. Do you think that anyone would force the Whites into such a predicament without Alexander’s permission?”

“You’re right. Does that mean it’s Anastasia herself who’s doing this to the Whites?” Edmond began to shake a little. “Does that mean that she’s also the reason why we’ve hit a roadblock in our project?”

Margaret nodded. “I thought everything was settled after Alexander humiliated me at the television station a while back, but from the looks of it now, they won’t stop until they’ve ruined us.”

“We’re doomed if we try to stand against Alexander! Why are we still breaking our backs over this? We should apologize to Anastasia right away and beg her to forgive us!” Edmond was willing to admit he was a wuss. He didn’t want to end up in the same state as Lyra.

“We’ll do as you say. Let’s apologize and admit our mistakes,” Margaret said in a rare show of solidarity.

“Hurry up then! What are we waiting for?” Edmond didn’t want to waste a single second.

However, Margaret glanced at him and her cold eyes flashed menacingly. “Anastasia won’t bother to listen to us if we just go over like that.”

“Then tell me what you think we should do. I’ll do whatever you say.” Edmond looked dead serious. He had full faith in her intelligence and was certain that they could brave this storm just like they always had in the past.

Margaret’s expression shifted slightly. She started surveying him with a look of icy indifference.

Edmond felt a shiver down his spine. Just as he averted his eyes to avoid her gaze, she suddenly dashed behind him and shoved him onto the street.

As a result, his left foot was run over by a cab before he could even register what was happening.

“Arghhhhh!”

Edmond howled in agony as he held his leg. “I’m dying! Help! Call an ambulance!”

“Can you still bear the pain?” Margaret crouched down and calmly checked his injury.