Chapter 1508
Phyllis was kicking herself. Tonight Gramps had brought her to the party with high hopes of bing
protege under the renowned Mr. Albright, but it turned out he already had his eye on someone else.
After a quick huddle with Gramps, they decided to pivot and seek the mentorship of Queena instead.
But they had absolutely no clue that Arabe was Queena!
Recalling Arabe''s entrance earlier that evening, Phyllis remembered feeling a pang of jealousy at her
beauty. And when Arabe had solved that chess puzzle, Phyllis couldn''t swallow her pride and had
challenged her to a match, only to be utterly trounced.
Now, she nced at Gramps, and they both shared a look of regret. They had failed to recognize
Arabe for who she really was, and as a result, they hadn''t made the best impression.
The chances of Arabe taking on a protege now seemed slim to none.
Roxanne was in the same boat. When Arabe showed up solo at the birthday bash, Roxanne figured
she was a gatecrasher with no real backing and had bombarded her with a string of impolite questions.
Roxanne had even boasted about her granddad being chums with Mr. Albright, iming she was
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practically like his granddaughter.
Now, with her cheeks burning in embarrassment, she realized that title was never hers for the taking,
especially given Mr. Albright''s fondness for Arabe, while she had only met Mr. Albright today, after all.
But he had been teaching Arabe chess for over a decade.
Madeline was also feeling the sting of regret. When her friend Lindsay had bumped into Arabe not
once but twice, and an altercation ensued, Madeline had tried to mediate but inevitably sided with her
friend. She worried that she hadn''t made a strong ally in Arabe, making her own chances of being
Arabe’s protege slim.
The most crestfallen of them all was Lindsay.
Before heading to the shindig, Bluno had made it crystal clear that she should do whatever it took to
catch Mr. Albright''s eye as a potential protege.
When Mr. Albright announced he already had his favorite, she and her dad had switched gears, aiming
to win over Queena.
Little did she know Arabe and Queena were one and the same. Fueled by the desire to avenge
Serena, she had deliberately collided with Arabe twice and picked a fight.
Now, the thought of Arabe taking her on as a protege wasughable.
"Dad, I kinda had a run-in with Queena." Lindsay confessed to her father in a hushed tone, "It''s a lost
cause now. Anyway, my heart''s really in the violin. Let''s see what Leonard or Jamie Noelle thinkter."
"That''s the only way forward, I guess," Bluno sighed with regret.
"Queena, you''re so young; surely you''re not thinking of taking on any protege yet, right? Maybe you
could just give my kid a tip or two? He seems to be hitting a teau."
"Queena, howe we''ve never seen you in the news before?"
"Yeah, you''ve won so many championships. They''ve been covered a lot, but there''s never a photo of
you. It''s our own fault we didn''t recognize you tonight."
"I''m so sorry, Queena. I actually thought that chessboard of yours was just some doodle. I apologize."
"Don''t feel bad; you''re not the only ones. I''ve been in the same tournaments as Queena and never
recognized her."
During the preliminary rounds, Arabe would dispatch her opponents in under two minutes and then
leave early.
In the finals, no one could match her, so she was never there long.
Plus, she always wore a mask and a wig, only showing her eyes, which made it tough for anyone to
identify her.
And then there were the old friends of Eugene’s - a powerful bunch who didn''t want young Arabe
swarmed by paparazzi. They feared the more exposure she got, the more danger she''d be in. So even
if a journalist snapped a photo of her in disguise, they''d think twice before publishing it.
That was why, in some videos, they''d only see Arabe''s hands moving the chess pieces, her face
never revealed.