The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Ulysses glanced casually at Wallace, his gaze light and dismissive. To him, Wallace was nothing but a defeated foe, hardly worth his concern. Wallace, feeling as though he had been slapped across the face, flushed with embarrassment and anger.

The two of them had been arch-rivals for years, each well aware of the other's capabilities.

But truth be told, Wallace was no match for Ulysses.

As they sat down, the game began.

Brittany had been watching the match keenly. It was clear that Wallace was infuriated, his aggressive moves betraying his inner turmoil. Ulysses, on the other hand, was the picture of ease, responding coolly to each of Wallace's moves.

In just a few moves, Ulysses had already driven Wallace into a corner.

Murmurs of surprise and intrigue rippled through the audience.

Piper turned pale as she observed Wallace's disarray, "Wallace is losing his cool. If he keeps this up, he's going to lose!" "Keegan, can your dad step in?"

Piper had made a promise in front of the queen herself that at this exchange tournament, they would outshine Welandia.

But given the current situation, if they couldn't bring out their strongest player, they were doomed to lose to Ulysses.

already a chess master, had improved

Wallace could hold his own for over an

a disadvantage in just

impulsive. "I'll ask him," he said, dialing his father

you

actually watching the

lost much of his competitive edge in

surprised that Wallace let Ulysses get under his skin. "Didn't you teach him the importance of staying calm during a match?" Keegan was at a loss for words. "Dad, can you come

Grayson was initially reluctant.

then, the camera suddenly zoomed in on

over the coffee

his body tense with anticipation as if

lost to Brittany at the chess club, Grayson had visited several times hoping to encounter her again but to no avail, which

her at the tournament, he was determined to challenge her once

up, Grayson changed into a sharp blazer, summoned his butler, and hurried to

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Ulysses's onslaught, and in less than