Bring Your A Game, Mr novel Chapter 996

Clack! Click!

The sounds of people snapping photos and recording videos were interspersed with the occasional hoots and whistles. The eager crowd came to life as they seemed to revel in studying Maverick's naked body in great detail as if they wanted to unearth every inch of him.

Maverick got up at once and was about to run off when he paused and posed confidently instead.

Only a man who wasn't confident in his body would fear being seen, and his body was at least an eight out of ten, so he had nothing to fear!

Thus, banking on his excellent figure, he began eyeing the women in the crowd with soulful, come-hither gazes. As it was, several young women began blushing.

Satisfied, Maverick strode off dauntlessly, to the shock of all the other passersby.

…

Three days later.

Alexander and Elise had just finished a meeting with a client and were about to get in the car when they bumped into Owen who stepped out of a Mercedes-Benz that was parked on the side of the road.

"Miss White," Owen greeted lovingly as if she was the only person he could see.

Both Alexander and Elise were stunned at first.

Shouldn't guys who want to steal another man's wife try their hardest to avoid running into the other man? Why is he approaching us in the open?

They couldn't quite figure out what Owen was trying to do.

Elise felt a little awkward, but she pretended to be flustered as she greeted him, "Mr. Morgan."

Then, she took Alexander's arm and stuck right to him without looking at Owen.

She looked as if she was a meek little wife who was afraid that her husband would find out that she was cheating on him.

Alexander was so amused by her act that he couldn't help but smirk.

He had to admit that she was extremely convincing.

Elise secretly nudged his arm at once to warn him not to let the cat out of the bag. Thus, Alexander snapped out of it and went along with her act.

"Your eyes seem to be failing you, Mr. Morgan." Alexander extracted his arm from Elise's grip and wrapped it around her waist possessively instead.

Owen pushed his glasses up his nose before slowly turning to look at Alexander and greeting him smugly, "Long time no see, President Griffith. You're still as handsome and dignified as ever."

"You haven't changed much either, Mr. Morgan." Alexander chose a cutting response. "You still love ogling other people's women."

He voiced his displeasure outright.

However, Owen didn't take the bait. Instead, he changed the subject. "Fate must have brought us Cittadelians together in this foreign country. Would you two give me the honor of treating you to a meal?"

"That's kind of you, but it's not necessary." Elise pretended to decline to avoid raising suspicion.

"That's nothing. We Cittadelians like to have a full table at mealtimes, don't we? Food tastes better when you're in good company."

Owen's eyes flickered as he decided to push Alexander's buttons. "It's not a big deal if we go hungry, but we shouldn't let Miss White go hungry. You should be thinking on her behalf. Surely, you're not as ungentlemanly as that, right, President Griffith?"

It went without saying that Alexander wasn't affected by this meager attempt at inciting him, but he still wanted to see what Owen was up to.

"Lead the way."

Soon, the three arrived at a Cittadelian restaurant nearby.

"The food here is very authentic. I always come here when I miss Cittadelian cuisine."

Owen took the lead and ordered a few mains to share while Alexander and Elise spaced out the entire time. They didn't pay any attention to what Owen said.

The server left with the menus. At the same time, Alexander's phone started ringing, so he went out to take the call.

As soon as he walked out the door, Owen raised his hand and stretched his arm across the table to stroke the back of Elise's hand. "Anastasia…"

Elise wasn't going to let him have his way. She moved her hand away at once as if she was startled before she questioned him nervously in a soft voice, "What are you doing?"

When did Owen become such a handsy perv?

Had he been regressing as the rest of humanity progressed?