The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart (Brittany and Isaac) novel Chapter 1102

Isabel was practically buzzing with excitement, and Brittany found herself being swept up in her friend's enthusiasm as they edged their way through the crowd.

They found themselves in what appeared to be a well-established chess club, its size impressive but clearly showing the wear and tear of many years.

The chessboards, worn smooth from endless games, were the battleground for two elderly gentlemen.

Their hair white with time, they were dressed in what could only be described as classic vests, fans in hand, exuding a laid-back vibe that barely concealed their competitive spirit.

The black and white chess pieces were locked in a fierce battle that had already lasted over an hour, yet neither side seemed close to conceding defeat.

It was clear they were both masters of their craft.

The spectators, seasoned players themselves, adhered to the unspoken rule of observing in silence, a true mark of respect among chess aficionados, though each undoubtedly harbored their own opinions on the game.

The intensity of the game ramped up, and Brittany's eyes were drawn to the player wielding the black pieces, who seemed to have the upper hand.

That the player with the white pieces had managed to hold on for over an hour was no small feat.

But as the end seemed near, it became apparent the older gentleman was flagging.

"Ha! Ronan, you've lost," the victorious player with the black pieces declared with a hearty laugh.

Ronan pouted, "Oh, come on, Grayson, how could you do this to me? A retired pro against an amateur like myself? How could you even celebrate beating me?"

"How long has it been since I've retired, huh?"

Grayson's laugh was even more pronounced, "Lost fair and square, pal. You're buying breakfast tomorrow!"

Ronan grumbled, clearly not thrilled at the prospect but accepting the defeat nonetheless.

As Grayson made to leave, a voice piped up,

"May I play a game with you?"

It was Brittany, unable to resist the pull of the game.

Grayson glanced at her, "Lass, if we play, no tears if you lose, alright?"

Brittany simply grinned, "If I lose, I'll cover your breakfast for the whole next week."

"Have you studied this game?" he asked, impressed.

"Just played with family members growing up. Picked it up that way," Brittany replied honestly.

As they continued, even without formal training, Brittany held her own, challenging Grayson with every move.

Isabel watched in awe, having never seen Brittany's hidden talent in action, especially against a seasoned player like Grayson, who after nearly an hour had to admit defeat.

"I didn't expect to actually win," Brittany admitted, offering her respects, "Thank you."

Grayson waved off the thanks, "What's your name, lass?"

Brittany, not wanting to reveal too much about herself, replied, "It's getting late; I should be going. Mr. Grayson, perhaps we'll meet again."

After she left, Grayson stared at the board, replaying the game in his mind, utterly convinced of his defeat.

Ronan couldn't help but tease, "Grayson, beaten by a young lady—"

"And I beat you too!" Grayson retorted, his demeanor calm and collected.