The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 122

Chapter 123

"How about a game of chess?" Weston said with a smile.

He didn't expect Citrine to win. In fact, he'd already decided to go easy on her-no need to embarrass the girl-and maybe get a sense of her skill level so he could offer a few pointers.

"Sure," Citrine agreed without hesitation.

At first, Weston didn't take the game too seriously. But as Citrine pressed forward, move after move, he found his pieces forced into a corner, backed up with

nowhere to go.

His relaxed confidence slowly gave way to a look of concentration. He hovered over the board, fingers poised over a black knight, trying to find a way out. After a long pause, he finally made his move, narrowly escaping disaster.

Weston let out a silent sigh of relief, thinking he'd dodged a bullet. What he didn't realize was that he'd just stepped right into a trap Citrine had set several moves in advance.

From that point on, every turn played out exactly as Citrine intended.

her satisfaction show, her smile so faint

off black's escape. In the end, Weston had nowhere left to

hand back and looking calmly

the endgame, unable to hide his shock. The skills he prided himself

myself," Citrine

hint of glee on her face-her expression

serene as ever.

yourself? Are you joking?" Weston's brow furrowed. He remembered how harsh his own chess instructor had been back in the day, the grueling

joking. It's the truth," Citrine answered

from the pain, she'd started playing chess against herself with pebbles she

were now.

are my granddaughter," Weston said, satisfaction shining in his eyes—he couldn't have hidden

about it, the prouder he felt. Weston burst out laughing, a deep, booming sound that echoed through the house-loud enough that Raymond, just stepping in from the driveway, heard it

voice, Raymond was caught off guard.

set down his briefcase

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