The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Ulysses was on the offensive, relentless in his approach.

However, Brittany didn't fall behind. In fact, she countered every move he made, effectively blocking his next step.

Within minutes, Ulysses realized he was up against a formidable opponent.

He took a deep breath and started to play more cautiously against Brittany.

Brittany's strategy was reminiscent of a wise old chess master - calm, composed, yet fiercely effective.

She quickly calculated all possible outcomes in her head, making each move with utmost caution.

From the audience, Keegan noticed the tide turning and his expression darkened.

"I knew it. This girl is something special."

Grayson stroked his beard, pleased with himself.

"Dad, where did you find this prodigy?"

"At the chess club," Grayson chuckled, unfazed by his son's potential sarcasm. "We played a game, and I lost." Keegan's face went pale: "Did you let her win?"

"Yes, I gave her a three-piece handicap," the old man confessed. "But even without it, I still would've lost." Keegan gasped, "I had no idea Ms. Lynette knew how to play chess. If only we had known earlier-"

wouldn't have been

The match was intense.

Upstairs.

game, with Nathan standing nearby: "Mr. Salter, your wife stands a good chance of

message; he wants to

was about to refuse, but then he reconsidered

and Brittany left, their departure noted by someone who

called Piper: "Ms. Walker, Caspian was at the match." "Yes,

a sample of his DNA. I need to know if he really

"Okay."

...

the upper hand, and Ulysses started to

placed, the audience erupted

turned to Ulysses: "I

triumphantly, catching Ulysses off

the board carefully, and after a long moment, conceded, "I'm thoroughly convinced of

with Ulysses, Brittany stepped down to be greeted by Grayson rushing forward:

man, thanks for giving

was in high