Chapter 193

Elder Williams waved his hand at Eleanor, ready to challenge her to another game. "Do not let me win again!" he squinted and looked at her, emphasizing again. Seeing his downright serious demeanor, Eleanor's eyes started to wear an earnest look. "Alright, Grandfather. This time, I won't let you win." The chessboard was tidied up once again. A new round began. Eleanor stared at the chessboard, her fingers delicately holding a chess piece, her gaze deep and strategic. Elder Williams, in truth, was not bad at chess. However, when compared with Eleanor, there was a considerable gap. He could not hide his moves or inner thoughts from her discerning eyes. Thus, every step Elder Williams took on the chessboard was all within Eleanor's anticipations. When the elder intended to attack, she would defuse it effortlessly. Towards the end, the elder found himself at a dead-end. Like a frog boiled in warm water, he didn't feel it initially, but in the end, he discovered that he was tightly cornered