A Beauty With Multiple Masks

“So you’d like to kneel now? But it’s too late. I don’t want to accept it.” The colors drained out of Kelsea’s face as she cast a pleading look toward Hans. Unfortunately, Hans was not looking at her; his eyes were fixed on Arielle as if he was looking at the most precious treasure in the world. Right then, a thought entered Arielle’s mind. “There’s something else. Although I don’t mind others talking behind my back, I hate being slandered the most.

Therefore, I’d like to clarify something.” As she spoke, she took out her phone. An ominous feeling began to grow in Kelsea.. In the next second, after a few rapid taps, a female voice sounded out from the speakers. “You’ve always won because your opponents are all third-rate chess players and hobbyists. You’ve never encountered a real player.

sounded out, the expressions of several individuals around them darkened. “If I haven’t gotten this wrong, this must be Kelsea’s voice. So, Ms. Kelsea Morgan, am I a third-rate chess player to you? Didn’t you lose to me last

you—” However, the playback of the recording had yet to end. “Is that so? What if I win against you?” “If you win against me, I’ll get on my knees and admit my defeat!

stick to her words. My, she’s the most shameless person on earth.” “I dare say that if the one who lost was Ms.

go down on your knees now.” The pressure was evidently getting to Kelsea, for her eyes were red by now. She was still casting pleading looks at Hans, but the latter only gazed at her with cold eyes. “I can’t believe I had a student like you. From now on, I’m no longer your mentor. Do not refer to me as your mentor, for

taken her aback. If she were to be dismissed as Hans’ student, her parents would definitely punish her severely for embarrassing them. However, instead of sparing Kelsea another glance, Hans muttered respectfully, “Ms. Moore, it’s been a long time. I had just obtained some premium tea. Please, come with me and