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."

protest but Grayson brushed past him, leaving no

an hour, Keegan Wright

"Teacher."

agreed. "Sure, I'll head to the

completed, Wallace left,

was a celebrated chess master. Even though he had retired from the

master among masters

was due to

world with his own prodigious

chess club sent waves of

to Piper, there was

refuses to come out

he's too old for it." Wallace hadn't been hopeful; the old master had stayed out of the public eye for years

arrival in Craneville tomorrow. Everyone needs to be

"Will do."

Wallace left, Piper tried to reach Eltham over the phone,

growing closer to Brittany,

feeling a lump in her throat,

victorious in her chess game, left with

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

in chess,