In the Lap of Luxury

Chapter 315 Victory and Defeat

Shane watched from aside and whispered, "Max, shall we take a break?"

Max quickly shushed him. "Silence while watching chess. Don't you understand such a simple rule?"

Shane kept quiet and looked toward Grace.

She remained calm without faltering throughout. Even though this chess game involved her marriage, she wasn't flustered.

Shane sneered, thinking Grace was putting up an act.

"Hey, no, you can't take my knight!"

Max quickly spoke up, interrupting Grace's move, "I made a mistake."

As he spoke, he returned the piece and sneered, "It's all because of Shane. He distracted me and messed up my thinking. Ms. Lewis, can I redo my move?"

Grace didn't speak, but she looked at him incredulously.

Max looked a bit uneasy. He should understand such a basic rule after playing chess for so many years.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, you can take it!"

So, he took his piece off the board, and the evenly matched game now clearly favored Grace.

Beads of sweat appeared on Max's forehead. After so many years, he had encountered such a formidable opponent for the first time.

Grace's skills were indeed not to be underestimated.

Max took the game more seriously than before, and a single chess game took over an hour without a clear outcome. Both players were very patient.

"Ms. Lewis, you're the first person to awe me. I'm surprised that you were able to make it so far."

Max had been playing chess for over 20 years.

No one who played chess with him couldn't make it to 30 moves, but Grace was clearly better than him.

"Max, you're too kind. My grandfather taught me chess when I was a child. I rarely play chess in my daily life."

Max was shocked to hear that.

A casual chess player had managed to catch him, a seasoned chess player, off guard. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"Ms. Lewis, you're too modest."

Grace moved her last chess piece, putting Max in a checkmate.

"Checkmate."

Max's hand trembled. His pieces were surrounded. His eyes widened in disbelief.

He had lost.

Shane quickly stepped forward and exclaimed in disbelief, "How is this possible? How could Max lose?"

But the chessboard was there. It couldn't be faked.

Grace shrugged, looking relaxed. "Max, what do you say?"

Max closed his eyes in utter defeat.

Then he patted his chest, took a deep breath, and said, "I lost."

As soon as he said this, the surrounding staff, who had previously been excited, all fell silent. Even Shane was dumbfounded.

Max had lost.

That meant that he would let Grace take over the gang.

Then, Grace would settle the score for what he had done. Shane's back was already covered in cold sweat.

"Max! It's just a chess game. This doesn't count."

Max rubbed his head, looked at him coldly, and said, "A gentleman's word is his bond. Ms. Lewis, you won fair and square!"

With that, Max stood up and extended his hand toward Grace.

"Ms. Lewis, I yield to you. Please accept my respect."