The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 1113

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."

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

Brittany hadn't expected to be singled out, "Keegan, I'm not a professional chess player—"

"My dear, whether you're a pro or not doesn't matter." Grayson interjected. "Don't you want to match wits with Ulysses?"

She did.

But she feared losing would drag down the whole town of Craneville.

"I know what you're capable of. You 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 was swayed.

"Alright, I'll do it."

Brittany's agreement didn't ease Keegan's worries; if anything, he felt this friendly match might just be doomed.

Piper and the others watched with detached amusement, while Wallace looked utterly dejected: "It's all my fault. I couldn't win against Ulysses and now I've dragged us all down—"

A non-professional player, against an international champion like Ulysses, how long could they possibly last?