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."

Grayson brushed past him, leaving no

hour, Keegan Wright returned

"Teacher."

agreed.

the task completed, Wallace left,

Even though he had retired from the competitive scene years ago,

master among masters

to a lack of

mantle, sweeping through the chess world with his own prodigious talent, teaching students who even surpassed their

the chess club sent waves of

reporting back to Piper, there was a hint of

still refuses to come out

for it." Wallace hadn't been hopeful; the old master had stayed out of the public eye for years and was unlikely to make a comeback now. Piper

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

"Will do."

Wallace left, Piper tried to reach Eltham over

to be growing closer to Brittany, even going

breath, feeling a lump in her throat,

chess game, left

good at chess. Why

chess,