Chapter 1503


    "Can''t believe Queena can make chess pieces and is so kind to her protege."


    "Serena, you really struck gold with a mentor like that."


    "Did your mentor show up today?"


    "Will she evene?"


    Serena had no clue who Queena was. She had just wanted to show off in front of her friend, not


    expecting to stir up such a fuss.


    But she wasn''t foolish. Seeing that no one mentioned Queena''s arrival, she smiled and said, "She''s not


    here yet."


    "So, when is sheing?"


    "Since she''s not here, how about you have a little match with Arabe? It''ll be a sight to see!"


    "You''re Queena''s protege; it''s bound to be a thrilling game!"


    Right then, Eugene chimed in with a mischievous grin, "Let''s have a match, as a special treat for this


    birthday celebration. No refusals! I''ve got the itch to see some chess tonight, and I want to know who''s


    the real talent between you two!"


    Hearing this, Serena felt like she was in deep trouble.


    Though she could y chess, she was no match for Arabe. To be honest, she couldn''t even beat


    others in the room like Phyllis or Lindsay.


    She was here to meet Jamie Noelle, hoping to be her protege, not to y chess and embarrass


    herself.


    "Serena, don''t push yourself if you''re not feeling well."


    That was when Martin, noticing her difort, stepped in to help, "Sorry everyone, Serena mentioned


    earlier that she had a headache. We were nning to leave after Mr. Albright blew out the candles and


    we cut the cake. Looks like we''ll have to excuse ourselves a bit earlier."


    "No, don''t go so soon. Isn''t your mentor Queena almost here?"


    "She''s Queena''s protege; she should at least wait for her own mentor before leaving, right?"


    "The party''s barely started. Just y a few moves; let us in on the action!"


    "Yeah, it''s just a few moves. Serena seemed perfectly spirited just now; howe she''s suddenly got a


    headache?"


    Clearly, some were skeptical.


    Serena had no choice but to rub her temples, feigning difort, "I just didn''t want to dampen Mr.


    Albright''s spirits."


    "Well, don''t spoil the mood now." Alma said with an innocentugh from the crowd, "Last time you had


    a stomachache, and you still easily won the match! Don''t be so modest; Mr. Albright and everyone else


    are waiting for you!"


    Serena couldn''t believe Alma was butting in now. When had she ever had a stomachache, and when


    had she ever ''easily'' won a match? Alma was making things up! That was just unfair!


    "And the time before that, you had a fever, and someone insisted on challenging you to a game of


    chess. You beat her in less than a minute." Alma continued to egg on, "And the time before that, you


    were in the hospital, one hand under an intravenous drip, and some chess fanatic came looking for a


    match. Despite being unwell, you still managed to wipe the floor with him!"


    The crowd was impressed; was she that good?


    "Don''t worry about beating Be. She''s got a strong mind. It''s such a rare opportunity to meet your


    match."


    Everyone thought Alma was being respectful by calling Arabe "Be".


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    She continued, even pulling Serena to the chessboard and making her sit, "Be, she''s not feeling well;


    so just y for a minute or two, okay? Don''t tire her out."


    Arabe could see right through Alma''s act; she was just setting Serena up for embarrassment.


    "Serena, if you''re not feeling well, I''ll take you home to rest."


    "Come on, no need to rush off this minute or two."