Bring Your A Game, Mr
Chapter 1017

"What?! Raymond can't possibly lose!" Rage seared through Camren.

Oh, God! I just want to enjoy my barbecue meat! Why are you playing with me?!

"All right, you lost. Now, you have to listen to me; return to your room and lie down obediently."

Camren had run out of energy, so he allowed Rebecca to drag him back into the room.

"You are still very powerful. It's just that Irvin is faster than usual," Elise consoled Raymond while assisting him in getting up.

"After all, I've underestimated my enemy." Raymond was embarrassed.

"It must be that bottle of wine!"

Irvin was initially distressed about the match. Zephyr did not give him any special physical training, so it was impossible for Irvin to outperform Raymond. Raymond was reminded of the bottle of wine that Zephyr had coaxed Irvin to drink half an hour ago when Elise commented on Irvin's agility.

"Isn't it true that the effect gives you the sensation that your blood is boiling all over your body?" Zephyr smirked at Irvin and raised an eyebrow.

Seeing this, Narissa reacted angrily and yelled, "Why are you giving Irvin stimulants? This is unethical!"

"Does the competition have a rule against taking medicine?" Zephyr questioned her sarcastically, blinking at her.

"You" Narissa was enraged yet speechless.

He incited her. "What? Are you backing out now? Leave if you can't afford to lose!"

"You've got a lot of guts! I'll bet my bottom dollar that it'll end in tears! Otherwise, I'll be your maid for the next month!" She had no intention of repudiating.

If she welched, she would be no different than Zephyr, the sc*mbag.

"Hey, everyone heard it-she did it of her own volition. I didn't force her!" Zephyr invited the audience to testify.

"That's right. I did it voluntarily," she said. "And prepare yourself for the most 'memorable' month of your life, Zephyr!"

She strode away after warning him.

"That's fantastic, Doc!"

Jamie, who was enjoying the argument, secretly gave Zephyr a thumbs up.

"Keep up, Jamie!"

"I'm coming, Honey!" Narissa yelled. They then walked away together.

The food was almost gone, the excitement had worn off, and the audience had left.

Raymond regained his normal state after Zephyr administered the antidote to him. After that, he mysteriously pulled Zephyr aside.

"Doc, do you still have any of that medicine for Young Master Irvin?" Raymond inquired, a toady smile on his face.

"Are you interested? Here you go! One hundred thousand for a tube. Buy five and get one free. How many do you want?" Zephyr said as he took out a bunch of test tubes the size of a syringe. "How is it so cheap? You spent so much time researching and developing the medicine; shouldn't you be selling it at a higher price?" Raymond was baffled.

"You're so dumb. Can you afford it if I raise the price?" Zephyr was getting restless.

"No," Raymond said, shaking his head.

"Exactly!" Zephyr ensured no one was around before leaning in close and whispering, "To be honest, Area X is full of these medicines. It's time for Smith Co. to keep up with current news!"

"Huh? If that's the case, why have you been in seclusion for so long?" Raymond looked at him with curiosity.

"Tsk," Zephyr uttered as he placed an arm on Raymond's shoulders. He then added mysteriously, "If I don't pretend that the work is difficult, Young Master Irvin will think that it's an easy feat. He will make more challenging requests, and I'll be the one who suffers, won't I?" "You're so cunning!" Raymond realized Zephyr's explanation.

"What are you on about? This is a good strategy that I doubt you will comprehend. Are you going to buy the medicine?"

"Oh yes! As Young Master Irvin's doctor, your ingenuity and wisdom are more than adequate!" Raymond smiled and lavished compliments on Zephyr.

"You're such a sweet talker." Hearing the compliments, Zephyr handed Raymond a bottle of pills and said, "This is for you."

"What is this?"

"These are concentration pills. If you come across someone you can't beat in the future, take these pills and you can pretend to be dead for half an hour." "What if my opponent takes advantage of the situation and kills me?"

The question caught Zephyr off guard.

...

The following day, Narissa was startled awake by a phone call.

She took the phone groggily, pressed the answer button, and held it up to her ear. "Hello? Who is this?"

"Hey, it's me, Zephyr. I wonder who had agreed to serve as my maid, but hasn't shown up on her first day? Are you welching on this agreement, Young Miss Narissa?"

"Just wait!" Narissa gritted her teeth as she erupted in rage.

After that, she put her coat on hastily and marched toward Zephyr's house, which was located two houses away from hers. Raw anger shot through her. At that moment, she even ignored Irvin and Alexia's greetings along the way.

Zephyr appeared to be completely unfazed as he invited Narissa into the house. He then sat on the couch and began barking orders. "I'm starving. You may begin preparing breakfast."

"No, I don't know how to cook." Narissa exhibited hesitation in every bodily gesture.

"You can learn it right now. Make me a simple breakfast. I don't have a picky palate, so I'm easy to please."

"Roger that."

Narissa's desire for vengeance surfaced immediately, and she dashed into the kitchen with her phone.

"Let me know when you're ready. I'll take a power nap." He leisurely strolled upstairs with his hands in his pockets.

His actions fueled Narissa's rage. How could he disturb her sleep and then go to bed on his own after ordering her around? No way. He needs to be taught a lesson.

After giving it some thought, she took out her phone and began researching exotic dishes in the browser.

30 minutes later, Zephyr got dressed and went downstairs. He sat down immediately after seeing some dishes on the table.

In that split second, he frowned instantly after looking at the dishes.

Ordinary dishes would include at least one of these components-vibrant colors and fragrances.

However, Zephyr was unable to associate the taste and smell with the looks of the three dishes. He became uneasy at the sight of them.

Restraining himself from showing his feelings out of self-cultivation, he couldn't help but wonder, "What kind of cuisine is this?"

"The Cubers' home cuisine," Narissa said, stuffing the takeaway box into the trash can. She then dashed over, plopped down in front of Zephyr, and eagerly urged him to taste the dishes. "Eat up! What exactly are you waiting for?" "First and foremost, don't I have a right to know what I'm eating?" Zephyr's face twisted with a truculent frown.

"Silly! Listen up! These are rock sugar sausages, spicy fish scales, and braised strawberries," Narissa explained as she stood up straight.

With each word that she said, Zephyr's face stiffened.

"What about this dark, sooty-looking dish?" He pointed at a black dish.

"It resembles your unscrupulous heart," Narissa responded.

"Huh?"

"Charcoal-grilled chicken heart."

"This is wonderful," Zephyr exclaimed, setting down the chopsticks he had just picked up to applaud her. "Come on! Eat it."

"This is made specifically for you and only you. How can I eat it when I'm just an unworthy maid?" Narissa was not stupid. Any normal human being would never consume these dishes.

"It's fine. I'm going to let you try it. Be my food taster to test for any poison." Zephyr extended his arm as a welcome gesture and simply stared at her demandingly.

"I'm sorry, but I don't offer such a service!" Her face fell as she realized he wasn't fooled by her ruse. Before leaving, she removed her apron and tossed it on the table. "My task has been completed! Good riddance!" "Wait-"