The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Ronan rolled his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn't stick that way. "Shut it. What's for breakfast tomorrow?"

"Eastside's crispy croissants!"

Ronan... just stared.

Those croissants were legendary, and the queue for them was a minimum two-hour wait. He was doing this on purpose!

Humming a tune, Grayson made his way back home, where he was greeted with an unexpected presence.

"Grayson."

Wallace stood up. "You're back."

Seeing Wallace, Grayson raised an eyebrow in surprise. "What brings you here? Weren't you in training?"

"The Welandia exchange delegation is arriving soon, and Piper wants to invite you to be the chess club's coach," Wallace explained, clearly sent by Piper for this mission. "I'm not going."

Grayson shook his head so vigorously it was like he was trying to ward off a swarm of bees. "I'm too old for this crowd."

Wallace tried to argue.

"Ask your teacher. He might be interested." Grayson passed the buck. "It's late. I'm off to bed."

but Grayson brushed past him, leaving no room

than an hour, Keegan

"Teacher."

hearing the purpose of Wallace's visit, Keegan readily agreed. "Sure, I'll head to the

task completed, Wallace

master. Even though he had retired from the competitive scene years ago, legends of his prowess still circulated. He

master among masters in the chess

due to

Keegan took up the mantle, sweeping through the chess world with his own

news of Keegan joining the chess club sent

was a hint of dissatisfaction in the

to come out

hadn't been hopeful; the old master had stayed out of the public eye

delegation's arrival in Craneville tomorrow. Everyone needs to be on their

"Will do."

left, Piper tried to reach Eltham over the phone,

growing closer to Brittany, even going on private

breath, feeling a lump in her throat, the discomfort

chess game,

you're so good at chess. Why haven't you joined the chess

in chess,