Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Charles looked indifferent. He was sitting in the last row and could only see the two players‘ moves on the big screen. He was a chess novice; with his days on the knife’s edge, he didn’t have the energy to study such leisurely things. He wasn’t an instructor, so he only had a basic understanding of the game, seeing that it was a balanced match. A thin layer of frost covered Charles’s face. When Kaiden asked him a question proactively, he didn’t even glance at Kaiden and coldly said, “The instructor won’t lose.”

Kaiden looked at Charles’s reaction and let out a sneer. Even though he didn’t want to admit it, he knew that since the instructor volunteered, she would definitely win. No matter the current situation of the game, the outcome was already decided. ‘If Robin is a chess prodigy, then the instructor is a genus among geniuses!

“This world champion has reached his limit today,‘ but that was exactly what he wanted. ‘If Robin and I both win, there’s no comparison. Only one win and one loss can clearly show the difference between us, right?‘ Stepping on Robin to rise to power was Kaiden’s initial plan, but he never expected the instructor would step in to help him.

Kaiden stood up and looked down at Charles. His expression was gloomy, and his tone was somewhat complex and hard to understand. “Charles, back when we were in the training camp, I was jealous of you. I admit, even now I’m still jealous of you. In terms of swordsmanship, you can’t match me; in terms of cunning, you can’t match Carson. But the instructor chose you. Even Carson and I were almost killed by the instructor because of going after you. With the instructor as your backing, you’ve climbed all the way to the position of Seventy–Two Chambers General Master, becoming Braydon’s greatest asset.”

Kaiden paused, then continued with a hint of schadenfreude. “Too bad, you’re too stupid. You betrayed Braydon to stick to the instructor’s rule of not touching poison, and ended up as a stray dog, only able to seek protection by the instructor. I really look down on you.”

Charles looked up at Kaiden, his face calm and unremarkable, and glanced him up and down. “This person has remained the same all these years, narrow–minded, sinister, and crafty. Charles didn’t get angry but laughed instead.

A faint smile made Kaiden pause. ‘I humiliated Charles like this, how can he still be smiling?‘

Charles spoke word for word. “Kaiden, take a look in the mirror. You look like a resentful woman. I’m happy to be a freeloader next to the instructor, happy and free. What does that have to do with you? If you really want to be one, try getting the instructor to even glance at you. The instructor would find you disgusting even as a lowly worm!”

Kaiden wanted to curse him out, but couldn’t do it in this setting. He really didn’t expect that after several years, Charles had become so sharp–tongued. Kaiden dropped a harsh remark. “Take care of yourself!” and stormed out.

Charles snorted disdainfully. ‘Kaiden’s intentions are all on his face. Does he really think that if Robin loses the chess match, he’ll win in fencing?‘Although Jeremiah didn’t show much skill, a man who got to this position at a young age and was chosen by the instructor couldn’t be that bad.

On stage, Robin looked nervous, his face turning pale and blue, a faint, almost imperceptible sweat forming on his forehead. His eyes wandered, showing a thoughtful expression, his face complex and pale, his breathing becoming increasingly unstable. He felt that Yvette had unknowingly disrupted all his planned moves. He even knew he had subtly fallen into the trap set by Black’s underhanded strategies. Robin watched Yvette’s casual demeanor, revealing his hidden panic and unease. ‘What should I play next?‘© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Robin now realized he had underestimated Yvette. She had pushed him Chess between masters, one wrong move could be disastrous this point. He couldn’t afford to be careless.

The media focused all their cameras on Robin, who hadn’t made a move yet. The website had upgraded their servers for this live broadcast, so no matter how many people watched simultaneously, the stream remained stable, with all cameras in high definition, even showing his pores clearly. Robin’s anxious demeanor was fully captured on live broadcast.

A website comment. [Is Robin stuck? Can’t make a move? Oh my God, the goddess is amazing, she can push Robin to this level.]

I’ve watched Robin’s matches. He’s always been so arrogant in world competitions, basically forcing his opponents to give up. Didn’t expect this day would come for him.]

[Someone upstairs is right, I’ve also studied his chess moves; they’re very tricky and unexpected. But the goddess didn’t follow his strategies from the start. She must have figured him out!]

[I’m going crazy for the goddess, she’s so awesome! Not only is she good in Interpol, but now she’s also so good at chess.]

[This isn’t just good, it’s a complete, low–key, overwhelming crush. So satisfying!]

[If the goddess marries me, I’ll have monkeys with you. Marry me, marry me, important things need to be said a hundred times!]

[Weakly asking, is there a chess expert here to explain the situation? Who has the advantage here?]

After this comment, the replies below turned into explanatory posts.

[I’m from the Chess Association, just a nobody. Our president is also watching the live broadcast. He says the game is evenly matched now, but the goddess has a slight advantage. The president said he can’t understand the goddess’s next moves, so it’s hard to say.]

[What the person upstairs said is right. Robin is the world champion, he must have his own trump cards. It’s still hard to tell.]

On the banquet hall stage of Eastern Hotel, Yvette glanced at the digital clock on the wall; there were ten minutes left of the hour. The warm–up is over, the game should end now! She smirked, choosing a do–or–die approach. Making someone despair meant letting them gain everything first and then lose it So she had willingly walked into Robin’s trap.

Robin stared fixedly at the black piece in Yvette’s hand, feeling extremely anxious and uneasy, constantly praying that she would make a move quickly. ‘As long as she places that piece here, I will definitely win. This chess game will be decided!*

Yvette placed the black piece. In the audience, chess enthusiasts gasped. ‘Even we saw that move was wrong. Isn’t she just giving him an opportunity? Didn’t Yvette realize this? What is she doing? Is she seeking death?‘

Aurora held her purse tightly. ‘Looking at everyone’s reaction, Yvette made a wrong move? If I had known earlier, I would have learned chess well back then.She hated this when she was young; it was too boring, so she didn’t study it properly. Now she could only understand a little. Aurora tugged Clifford’s sleeve, whispering quietly when no one was looking. “Honey, Yvette made a wrong move? Why are they reacting like this?”

Clifford squeezed her palm, signaling her not to worry. “It’s okay, she knows what she’s doing.”