The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Including Keegan.

"Dad, Ms. Lynette isn't exactly a chess grandmaster."

Not a pro, going up against someone like Ulysses, a seasoned chess master, what are the odds?

Grayson was clearly not pleased with Keegan: "Does it really matter if she's a pro or not? Isn't the skill what truly counts?"

"I have a good feeling about this young lady."

Deep down, Keegan still feared the old man's judgment, saying, "I'll go ask Ms. Lynette right away, if she's up for it."

Piper wanted to add something but got cut off by Keegan.

Brittany, blissfully unaware of the attention on her, was fully engrossed in analyzing her last game when suddenly, a shadow loomed over her.

Looking up, it was Keegan.

"Keegan," Brittany stood up. "Do you need me for something?"

"Ms. Lynette, do you play chess?"

"A bit."

you play the next game?" Keegan doubted Brittany could win against Ulysses, but the old man's judgment was rarely off. Perhaps Brittany had

not doesn't matter." Grayson interjected. "Don't you want to

She did.

drag down the

have at least a fifty-fifty chance against him," Grayson, seeing through Brittany's concern, reassured. "Decide now, and it might just tip to sixty." Brittany

"Alright, I'll do it."

worries; if anything, he felt this friendly match might just be

dejected: "It's all my

like Ulysses, how long could they possibly

that way. If Brittany were to lose this match in front of the whole town,

still favor her

Ms. Lynette has agreed, let's give her a

down: "Desperate times call for desperate

was buzzing with doubts

The Welandia delegation.

easy in the next game, try not to

friendly match, and they had to

nodded:

the break ended, Ulysses

now in the chess club's uniform, slowly stepped onto

"Brittany?"