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 beaten

The match was intense.

Upstairs.

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

has sent a message; he wants

about to refuse, but then he reconsidered and agreed:

their departure noted by someone

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

sample of his DNA. I need to know if he

"Okay."

...

gradually gained the upper hand, and

the last piece placed, the audience erupted into applause, the

to Ulysses:

eyes sparkled triumphantly, catching

after a long moment, conceded, "I'm thoroughly convinced

down to be greeted

man, thanks for giving

was in high spirits after her