Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

"Dad..." Connor began.

"Shhh," Jeffery said sharply, his eyes never leaving the chessboard. Connor shrugged at Chloe, then led her to a nearby sofa to sit down.

Chloe, feeling a bit anxious, whispered, "What's he doing?"

Connor replied, "See that chessboard in front of him? That game's older than I am. Jeffery's been trying to crack it for decades. It was set up by his arch-nemesis back in the day, and it has become his obsession. He spends hours on it every day." Chloe glanced over, "Chess?"

Connor nodded.

Chloe's interest sparked. Chess was the one thing she excelled at among the many skills she'd honed with her mentor. Even her mentor said she had a knack for it.

Without realizing it, Chloe stood up and walked over. As a chess enthusiast, she was drawn to challenging puzzles like a moth to a flame.

She stood by the chessboard, scrutinizing it intently. Wasn't this the classic three-move repetition her mentor often talked about?

Seeing Jeffery deep in thought, Chloe pointed to a spot, "Sir, try this move."

concentration broke. He looked up at Chloe, visibly annoyed. "Ms. Chloe,

really, but this game isn't that

speak so confidently? He had been studying this game for sixty years. Did she think he

black pieces.

from him without hesitation. She made

Jeffery shook his head, amused by the absurdity of playing chess with someone who clearly didn't understand

watching from

few phrases to

Chloe's performance during the

game: a rough start,

falling behind, reckless moves, an inevitable

an

follow how she won. The last

was completely taken