"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."

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

"Not really, but this game isn't that hard

this young girl to speak so confidently? He had been studying this game for sixty years. Did she

container of black

hesitation. She made her move, only to quickly

made another move. Jeffery shook his head, amused by the absurdity of

watching from

few

Chloe's performance during the

a rough start,

behind, reckless moves,

an unexpected

Connor couldn't follow how she won. The last few moves

completely

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