Bring Your A Game, Mr novel Chapter 994

Tons of people would envy Zephyr if he became Irvin's mentor. He would be mentoring the one and only Alexander Griffith's son!

Thus, he wasn't necessarily in a losing situation.

Most importantly, this news would not be painted in a bad light either. He didn't beg, trick, or kidnap Irvin into becoming his mentee. He convinced Irvin with his capabilities!

What was that? Did someone call it a barter trade?

Zephyr objected to that. When had such an unequal trade ever existed, save in times of war?

Even Aladdin could only grant three wishes, yet he could grant thirty! Wouldn't that make him even better than a genie?

He was surely a lot more reliable than all the genies out there.

Clearly, he was a legendary figure with both good looks and remarkable talent.

Yes. That's right. That's exactly how it is.

After coming up with a solid reasoning that was convincing enough for himself, Zephyr glanced at Irvin, who was buried in his experiment, before walking out feeling satisfied with himself.

Meanwhile, at a certain fine-dining restaurant that mostly catered to romantic couples.

Maverick and Ariel were having a candlelight dinner. All throughout dinner, Maverick was the perfect gentleman who was patient in every way possible.

This left Ariel feeling a little confused.

It would not escape the attention of someone as intelligent as Maverick that she only accepted his gesture to anger Danny.

However, he didn't seem to mind it at all. In fact, he was happy to go along with it. One could not help but feel suspicious about this.

"I can't help but wonder just how much Rylantha is giving you for you to do whatever it takes to butter me up, even though it'll never amount to anything," Ariel probed without mincing her words.

"Business and profits aren't the only things we have between us." Maverick smiled and turned to flag down the server. "You can serve the wine now."

Ariel could tell she wouldn't be able to get a straight answer out of him.

"I'm going to use the washroom."

Ariel purposely left Maverick alone for a little while.

Before she left her seat, she turned on the audio recorder on her phone before hiding it under a napkin on her chair. Once that was done, she finally left.

She knew Maverick too well. He was someone who'd always say the right thing to the right people. She had to resort to a few extreme measures of her own if she wanted to find out what he was truly trying to do.

Five minutes later, she returned to the table just as the server was leaving with the wine.

"What's the matter? Is the wine not to your liking?" Ariel asked.

"He's new to the job and so clumsy that he splattered the wine everywhere. I told him to get us a new set of wine glasses," Maverick calmly replied.

"Well, he's still young. Understandably, he'll make a mistake or two. Don't tell me you told him off the way you used to reprimand me last time," Ariel said with a chuckle as she saved the audio recording on her phone and converted the audio file into text.

Maverick recalled their history together and started going down memory lane. "I never had a student as exceptional as you are again."

"I'm not the exceptional one. Your standards simply became too high."

"That's not true. Even now, I still think that if I am to spend the rest of my life with someone, you're the best one I could choose, Arie."

She was the best, but not the only one, and not the first.

This is always the case with Maverick. Everything he says sounds so grand and moving, but when you take a closer look, it'll always turn out to be so pitifully meaningless.

Ariel smiled without responding. She looked at her phone and saw that the audio recording had finished converting to a speech-to-text file, so she went ahead to read it. As she did, she raised an eyebrow. This was interesting, indeed.

'Is it your first time doing this?'

'Yes, sir.'

'You fool. No amount of wine can hide the drug if you put that much in!'

'I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor. I'll pour another glass.'