<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Yvette walked up to the stage and sat in a chair, not even ncing at Robin across from her,pletely ignoring him. She nced at the ck pieces in front of her and curled her lips. ‘ck clothes and ck pieces, quite a match!’</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The moment Yvette smiled, the media captured it again and quickly uploaded it online. The media already knew who could bring them huge traffic.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As expected, once this photo went online, Yvette’s fans couldn’t stay still, constantly flooding the inte.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Yvette’s seated posture, her long straight legs slightly bent, seemed like she was wearing “I’m here just to have fun” on her body.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Robin gritted his teeth. “This woman can really act. Wait till I see how I crush her!</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At the same moment, in the Goodman family, Braydon sat in front of theputer staring at the live broadcast of that face he’d been longing for day and night, his brow furrowed. ‘Just a little longer, almost there. I’ll be free from Matthew soon. Then I’ll go find the instructor, I’ll definitely get him back, no matter what, even if it means death, we’ll be together! I won’t allow the instructor’s ashes to be with anyone else, only with mel</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At Mysonna Medical Lab, Ss had turned down all experiments, just watching Yvette on the live broadcast. He didn’t know when thisdy had also gotten an Interpol identity. ‘If this keeps up, my medicalb will really not get any recognition. Think about me being stuck in thisb until I’m eighty, that would be so pitiful. No matter what, I have to take back control of the medicalb!’</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">In Betrico, James and Michael were at home, also watching the live broadcast on TV. ‘My granddaughter is a physics genius, that’s one thing, but now she’s also first-ss Interpol, just thinking about it makes me so proud.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">At the chesspetition site, Yvette and Robin sat opposite each other, their postures and auraspletely different. Before it even started, Robin had already lost the initiative. Chess was a matter of the mind, and when the mind was chaotic, the strategy dispersed. Unfortunately, Yvette’s aura was too strong,pletely suppressing Robin.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Robin also realized this; after all, he was a chess master. He immediately felt the psychological change. He quickly forced himself to calm down, not to be affected by Yvette’s aura. Robin wiped the cold sweat off and regained some of his confidence on thepetition field, but his slightly trembling right hand still betrayed him. After what had happened the day before, he already had a psychological shadow regarding Yvette, which was hard to erase.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Yvette gave him a faint nce, half-lowering her brows, and chuckled lightly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">People in the audience were bewildered. ‘Why did Yvette suddenlyugh?’</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Only Jeremiah knew why. “The youngdy obviously isn’t taking Robin seriously as an opponent!’</font></font>
At exactly ten past, the match officially began.
Everyone in the banquet hall automatically slowed their breathing, watching the two on the stage and the magnified chessboard on the screen. Even online viewers were the same. This thrilling and highly anticipated match had finally arrived! Would Yvette be able to protect Clusia’s dignity? No one knew until the end.
Robin took the white pieces, Yvette took the ck. The chessboard had 19 horizontal and vertical lines, 361 intersections, and ording to chess rules, ck moved first.
Yvette extended her pure white jade hand to hold the pieces, casually cing one on a spot on the board.
Robin nced at her. ‘Why isn’t this woman ying normally? cing a piece here would lose the initiative, wouldn’t it? Can she actually y chess?’ Robin didn’t dare to underestimate Yvette. He suspiciously ced a white piece; this was also his style, to take the initiative, upy advantageous positions, implement encirclement, and finally trap and capture enemy to win.
The two went back and forth, and in no time, half the pieces were ced. Compared to Robin’s pondering and thinking, Yvette seemed to ce her pieces without much thought, very casually.
As time went on, Robin felt like his eyes were suddenly blurry, his chess path bing narrower. But this was also a deliberate illusion to make Yvette fall into the trap, to catch her off guard in the end.
People in the audience who understood chess had their own thoughts. Jase took a sip of coffee, tilted his head, and said to Clifford, “Robin is intentionally luring that girl. If this continues, this game is dead.”
Clifford frowned, his study of chess not deep, so he only had a superficial understanding. He whispered, “Dad, Robin does have some skills. This situation is hard for the opponent to win
Jeremiah turned to look at the worried pair, his voice hoarse. “The youngdy is using their own methods against them.” After speaking, he turned his gaze to Yvette, as if he could only focus on her alone.
Jase and Clifford were stunned. ‘What does he mean?’ They immediately understood, then turned their attention back to the chessboard. After Jeremiah’s insight, they understood what it meant. Looking at the board again, with different mindsets, they indeed saw different things. ‘It’s true that the involved parties are confused! This isn’t Robin setting a trap for Yvette. Clearly, Yvette is gradually countering Robin step by step, subtly rearranging Robin’s original setup. This girl’s brain is really terrifying.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.
Jase and Clifford exchanged a nce, then pretended nothing had happened, their faces still slightly worried, genuine acting father and son.
Robin was smug. ‘Just three more moves, and it’s time to sweep in.’ He looked at Yvette, his eyes filled with venom. In the chess match, neither side could speak until the game ended, so Robin had to endure and express his hatred with his eyes.
Yvette gave him a faint nce and casually ced another ck piece.
By this point, Robin still didn’t understand Yvette’s strategy, feeling like each move wasn’t doing much. But after ying for so long, he felt like he hadn’t gained any advantage, which was strange. Robin could only continue ying ording to his strategy. Ten more minutes passed.
Yvette rested her chin on her hand, looking at the ck and white pieces on the board, both sides biting hard.
Robin felt the game was getting more and more wrong, his brain struggling to process, his head feeling dizzy. ‘No way… The moves aren’t following hisyout. Now it’s wrong; the ck pieces have unknowingly formed a siege.’ Robin was dazed, wiped the cold sweat from his head, gritted his teeth, made another move, and then stared hard at Yvette. ‘As long as she hasn’t seen through my move’s intention, I will definitely win!’
In the audience, Kaiden, who had somehow sat next to Charles, looked at the two on the screen and the chessboard between them, eyes fixed on Charles, his voice a bit sharp. “Who do you think will win, the instructor or Robin?”
Charles didn’t even lift his head. ‘Why did Kaiden suddenly sit next to me to annoy me?’ Back in the day, Kaiden did as Carson did, doing countless shady things to be the instructor’s apprentice. In the end, he even tried to use children to achieve his goals, which was why the instructor chopped off one of his fingers, or rather, the instructor probably intended to kill him at that time.