Bring Your A Game, Mr
Chapter 882

Chapter 882 Don't Judge the Book by Its Cover

"I'm telling the truth! Brendan, if you really are innocent, release Yuri, and let her talk to the police herself!" Christopher refused to give up because he was confident that Yuri was locked up against her will. "Alright." Brendan shrugged indifferently. "As you wish." aHe took out his phone and dialed the villa's number. A few seconds later, Yuri's voice resonated from the other end of the line, "What's the matter?"

Brendan raised the phone with a smile and uttered flatly, "Yuri, Mr. Edwards came to my house with a police officer. He insisted that I have imprisoned you. Please talk to them, will you?"

Christopher snatched the phone out of Brendan's hand and shouted agitatedly, "Yuri, are you listening? It's me! Don't worry. I've called the police. Just say that you're locked up against your will, and we'll get you immediately. You don't have to be controlled by him ever again!"

Unfortunately, it seemed like a cry for help was not in the cards for one Yuri today.

"Yes, I can hear you."

Her tone of voice was light with a tinge of irritation. "I told you this morning. We broke up long ago, and Brendan treats me very well. My life is great. So, please stop pestering me."

"You're saying that the police officer is also there, right? Sir, please listen carefully. Brendan is the father of my child, and we're going to get married soon. I don't want anyone to ruin our relationship. We may be influential, but we are still citizens and obey the law just as citizens do. Please respect our privacy, and don't believe in Christopher's nonsense."

Christopher was up in arms as he yelled into the phone, "No! Yuri, wake up! I'm helping you! If you go on like this, you'll lose yourself. Yuri!"

Beep! Beep!

All that awaited Christopher was the merciless dial tone as Yuri ended the call.

Christopher stared at the screen in utter disbelief as he squeezed the phone tightly. He was clutching onto it so tightly that his hand began to shake.

He gritted his teeth as he tried to face the harsh reality for what it was before finally losing it. He pounced at Brendan swiftly and aimed a fist in his direction. "B*stard! What the hell did you do to Yuri?!"

As he shouted, he lunged at Brendan. Nevertheless, Brendan had nimble reflexes as he defended himself, quickly grabbed Christopher by the neck, and shoved him against the sofa, successfully restricting him.

Madeline was so shocked by the abrupt fight that she shrieked and clutched her chest in fright. Then, she turned to the officer and reprimanded, "Detective Fowler, this is the man you brought to our home! Based on the circumstances, I think it's only right for me to assume that you've come here with ill intentions. Tell me which precinct you are from. I want to speak to your superior!"

"No, please don't, Mrs. Griffith! I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I should have investigated the case better before I came here. Please forgive me," Detective Fowler apologized profusely. "Don't worry. I'll look into this case carefully and clear your name. Please forgive me and allow me to make up for my mistakes."

The Griffith Family was highly affluent. Just from their company's revenue alone accounted for a large percentage of the country's GDP. So, it was only a logical conclusion that they're also a family that the government highly respected. Hence, if Detective Fowler received a complaint from them, it would ruin his career and life.

"Don't think you're getting away so easily! I refuse to accept your apology. Hurry up and call your superior!" Madeline had been up in arms the whole time and finally had a chance to vent her anger, so she seized the opportunity like a shark scenting blood.

On the other hand, Brendan had no intention of putting the police department in a difficult situation. Thus, he grabbed Christopher and handed him over to the officer. "Detective Fowler, I believe you're not on Mr. Edwards' side. Today, you and I are the victims of his false accusation. Please take him back to the station and question him."

Detective Fowler heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Brendan was giving him an out of his situation. For that reason, he immediately handcuffed Christopher and avowed, "Don't worry, Mr. Brendan. I'll solve this case as soon as possible and ensure that this kind of thing will not happen again!"

"Since we've solved the problem, I'll take him back to the station. Excuse me."

Rightly fearing that Madeline would insist on talking to his superior, Detective Fowler nodded at Brendan and escaped with Christopher in tow.

Madeline rolled her eyes in annoyance as she glared at their departing figures. "Christopher looks like a gentleman, but I didn't expect him to stoop so low! They've broken up, yet he is still bugging Yuri to this day! The people of old are wise by saying that we can never judge a book by its cover!" Then, she bustled over to Brendan, cupped his face, and checked on him. "Let me see. Did he hurt you?"

"I'm fine." Brendan pushed her away and said dispassionately, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Yuri is alone at home. I'll be taking my leave now."

"Wait up." Alexander stopped him. "Can I have a word with you?"

Brendan lowered his eyes and thought for a while before nodding in agreement.

"Let's talk while we walk."

Alexander patted his shoulder and strolled out with his brother side by side.

After he ensured that Madeline was not in hearing range, Alexander advised, "Sometimes, you can't push a woman too far. Things may backfire when you are obsessed with the results."

Brendan nodded absent-mindedly. "I know what I'm doing. Don't worry."

"Good." Alexander nodded and changed the subject. "By the way, I think you should have received the news that the royal family of Yveltalia will be visiting our country soon. At that time, the prince and princess will select the most outstanding fashion designer and establish a brand for them as the first business collaboration between the two countries." "Yeah, I've heard a little about that," Brendan remarked lightly.

"Yveltalia and Cittadel just established diplomatic relations last year, and both countries are trying to replace a balance in this relationship, which means that both sides will be lenient no matter how much money they pour in to make the collaboration work. The profit of this project is huge. I want you to win the hearts of the royal family. Can you do that?" Alexander asked seriously.

Brendan stopped in his tracks and sighed heavily. "Well, I wish I could give you a confident answer, but the designers from Yveltalia will be participating in the selection too. The competition is very intense."

Alexander placed his hand on Brendan's shoulder and encouraged, "Our country's fashion designers are equally as brilliant as the foreign designers in clothing design. You're a brilliant designer. I'm sure you'll be able to snag first place." Brendan shrugged. "To be honest, I would have agreed immediately if Elise had been around."

Alexander's eyes flickered slightly. Then, after a moment of silence, he continued, "You're now the best fashion designer in the country. Have some confidence in yourself. Take this as a challenge for you to reach better heights!" Although Elise's identity was about to be made public, Alexander decided to boost Brendan's confidence first since he seemed to be in low spirits recently.

"Alright, I'll do my best."

The following day, Yuri hid under the covers and poked her head out to look at the clock on the wall.

It was already 9.30AM, but Brendan was still at home.

She frowned in frustration because she desperately needed to use the bathroom.

"If you're awake, get up and wash up. Then, after breakfast, get changed. You're going out with me today."

Brendan's voice echoed across the room, and he ruthlessly exposed her for feigning sleep.

Yuri scowled in embarrassment at her predicament. But, alas, there was nothing she could do but obediently follow his instructions.

As she walked past him, she stopped and asked curiously, "Where are we going?"

"You'll know when we get there." Brendan took a sip of coffee leisurely and refused to give her a straight answer.

Bang!

Yuri made a face at his back, rushed into the bathroom, and slammed the door with a loud bang, expressing her dissatisfaction.