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

hour, Keegan

"Teacher."

of Wallace's visit, Keegan readily agreed. "Sure, I'll head to the chess club tomorrow morning."

task completed,

were renowned figures in Craneville. Grayson, in particular, was a celebrated chess master. Even though he had retired from

masters in the chess

to a

up the mantle, sweeping through the chess world with

of Keegan joining the chess club sent waves

was a hint of dissatisfaction in the

still refuses to come

of the public eye for years and was unlikely to make

for the Welandia delegation's arrival in Craneville tomorrow. Everyone needs

"Will do."

Piper tried to reach Eltham over the phone, to no

growing closer to Brittany, even going on private

a deep breath, feeling a lump in her

victorious in her chess game, left with

at chess. Why

chess,