Chapter 1499


    Barely a minute had passed, and the oue was painfully clear. Arabe kept gobbling up Phyllis''s


    pieces, which left her opponent’s defenses in tatters.


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    Even Mr. Gardner couldn''t believe his eyes. His granddaughter, the pride of his lineage, was being


    utterly trounced by the girl?


    Another minute ticked by, and Arabe had won.


    It was now apparent to everyone: Arabe hadn''t been coached by some master in secret; she


    genuinely possessed the skill!


    There she was, casually sipping lemonade, served by a hovering butler, taking delicate bites of pastries


    when Phyllis was lost in thought; so effortlessly, so insouciantly, she had conquered Phyllis.


    Phyllis sat stunned, her gaze fixed on the scene that had unfolded on the chessboard, unable toe


    back to her senses for a couple of long seconds.


    Eugene''sughter boomed with delight, "This birthday bash is absolutely delightful! It''s not your


    granddaughter''s fault. Be is simply leagues above us."


    His words made everyone do a double take. They looked from him to Arabe, their eyes wide with


    disbelief.


    What was Mr. Albright saying?


    Arabe''s skill surpassed everyone''s, including Mr. Albright himself?


    Impossible!


    "Phyllis''s losing to her doesn''t surprise me one bit. I lost to herst time too, hahaha." Eugene''s


    admission sent another shockwave through the crowd.


    What did that mean?


    Arabe''s chess prowess was greater than Mr. Albright''s?


    But if that weren’t so, why would Mr. Albright humble himself to heap such praise on her?


    "She has been my chess protege for over a decade." Eugene said with a broad, proud smile, "She''s


    surpassed her mentor, which fills me with immense pride. Her level of y could give any artificial


    intelligence a run for its money, and as her mentor, I couldn''t be happier."


    The people in the room was petrified, having never heard a whisper of Mr. Albright taking on a protege,


    let alone teaching her for over ten years.


    This girl had earned Mr. Albright''s favor and even outshone his expertise. There could be no other


    exnation - she was a prodigy.


    "Does that mean this youngdy has long been the chosen one in your eyes, Mr. Albright?" Vivian,


    Roxanne''s mother, maintained a gracious smile as she queried, "Are you nning to pass on your


    legacy to her?"


    "I''d like nothing more." Eugene chuckled again, "But the girl hasn''t given her consent. You don''t know


    how long I''ve been asking her that, and yet she hasn''t said yes."


    Again, astonished gazes turned to Arabe. Was she out of her mind?


    To be so highly regarded by Mr. Albright, to be his sole protege - this was a dream many would kill for.


    It signified a future soaring to great heights, a life beyond ordinary.


    And yet for years, she hadn''t given her assent!


    Some in the room were green with envy, while others were practically breathless with incredulity.