Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 445

Bancroft suddenly grew animated. "Wait a second-don't tell me it's Mr. Clyde Spencer?"

Effie nodded. "That's right. Do you know my grandfather?"

Bancroft almost leapt from his seat. "Well, that explains everything!"

He went on, "You might not realize it, but Mr. Spencer is a grandmaster. Anyone who's even remotely serious about chess knows his name."

Who would have guessed that Effie was trained by Clyde himself?

No wonder there was no way he could've won!

Effie shrugged. "I had no idea my grandpa was such a big deal. I always thought he was just some old guy who happened to be good at chess."

Bancroft burst out laughing. "If Mr. Spencer ever heard you describe him like that, I can't even imagine what he'd think."

Effie grinned. "That's exactly how he describes himself. He calls himself an old man who likes a quiet game of chess now and then. He teaches at the university most of the time, so he only plays when he's free.”

Bancroft shook his head in admiration. "Some people really are just born with a gift."

Across the room, Fidelia shot Effie a disdainful look and whispered to Marcia, "Mom, I bet Effie's been waiting ages for this moment-she totally dropped that bomb on purpose."

knew it. She's been playing dumb this

the slightest. In fact, the more

Effie. "How about a

smiled. "Aren't you

just a game, not a matter of

Effie to avoid being embarrassed in front

had already been thrilling enough but this would be the first time anyone had seen Effie go up

leaned toward Lindy. "So, who do you think will win-our

matter? Either way,

"True, but I was about to suggest a little wager. If win, you give me that fishing rod If youawin, tu buy you that

intended to bet, but Friedman's terms were

she said. "I'm betting on

betting on Lyman," Friedman

me in,

have to put something

can't cough up a fishing rod if

you don't chicken out

"I'm not afraid

I want that marble chessboard