Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 753 - 754

"Let’s get this show on the road!" Eugene announced as he activated the stopwatch app on his phone.

Serena felt like she was caught between a rock and a hard place. All she had to do was drag out the game for two minutes. Even if she lost a piece or two, she could just play it off as a headache-induced

slip; no harm done.

Rosemary, seeing Serena make her move, casually picked up a checker and dropped it nearby without much thought.

Serena pondered her next move, trying to keep a distance from Rosemary. The further away, the harder it would be for Rosemary to corner her.

"Lindsay, is she really Queena’s protege? She’s taking forever just to make one move."

"She isn’t just stalling, is she?"

"She doesn’t seem very skilled at chess."

"Remember she had a headache." Lindsay made a shushing gesture toward the others and whispered,

"You all insisted on this match. Give her a moment to think, for heaven’s sake. Keep it down, or she’ll hear us and it’ll throw her off."

"Right, I almost forgot about her headache," The onlookers fell silent once more, only to start murmuring among themselves again after a short while.

"Her moves are all over the place."

"Could this be some newfangled strategy?"

"I’m starting to think so. Maybe Queena taught her this style to confuse her opponents?"

Rosemary played her pieces with a nonchalant air. One minute ticked by. Despite Serena’s scattered approach, Rosemary began to close in.

The crowd watched in stunned silence as the black pieces dwindled on the board, devoured by Rosemary.

On the entire board, Serena was left with only two lonely black checkers.

And Rosemary, representing the white side, was clearly the victor.

"Time’s up." Eugene stopped the stopwatch.

The crowd was in utter disbelief.

"This is the level of Queena’s protege?"

"We thought it was some innovative strategy, but she truly seems clueless!"

"It’s not that she’s clueless; she’s just been thoroughly outplayed by Rosemary."

"Is this really all she’s got?"

"She’s really letting Queena down."

"I was expecting her to be formidable."

Lindsay hadn’t anticipated such a complete defeat for Serena and tried to offer an excuse, "It must be her headache. She’s not at her best today."

Martin, who was watching from the side, could see that although Serena knew how to play chess, her skills were nowhere near Rosemary’s level.

"Well, well, well, this year’s birthday bash is quite the spectacle, isn’t it? Let me see who’s got the guts to challenge Queena."

A playful voice echoed through the crowd.

Rosemary looked towards the source of the voice and smiled, "Grandpa Regan, you’re here."

"Lucky me for arriving early, or I would’ve missed this thrilling scene. To think someone dared to challenge you at chess these days, who could be so audacious?"

The speaker was Regan Jarvis, a world-renowned musical maestro.

A virtuoso of various instruments, he was a legend in both the piano and violin worlds.

Speaking of the violin alone, he was counted among the three legends of the international violin scene, alongside Jamie Noelle and Pagonana, revered as the three pillars representing the pinnacle of the 21st-century violin realm, not to mention his achievements in other musical domains.

The arrival of such a masterful figure naturally turned heads.

What stunned the crowd wasn’t just his appearance but his affectionate demeanor towards Rosemary, treating her with the warmth and tenderness akin to a grandfather doting on his favorite granddaughter.

The real shocker, however, was his words that set the whole room abuzz. This teenage girl was Queena??

Impossible!

"Mr. Jarvis, you’re saying she’s Queena? The whiz at chess?"

"Wasn’t Queena supposed to be a senior? How come it’s a young girl, and such a pretty one at that?"

"Didn’t Serena claim Queena was her mentor? If her mentor is right here, how come she didn’t recognize her?"

"What in the world is going on?"

Serena’s face went as white as a sheet, utterly astonished as she gazed at Rosemary before her.

Rosemary didn’t deny being Queena. Could it be true that she was indeed the person??

Martin was equally taken aback. Who would have thought this unassuming girl harbored such a formidable identity?

During a casual visit at the Bard’s residence in Dawnstar, he had by chance heard about Rosemary’s miraculous medical skill and her musical talents under the name Melody. Today, it was as if he was meeting her all over again - this time, as a chess master.

This was a status many professional chess players strove for years to achieve yet never reached, and yet, this young girl, it was almost too astounding to believe.

Alma was just as surprised. She had just asked Mr. Albright when Queena would arrive and had insinuated Rosemary’s chess setup was far too simplistic, wondering if Queena would find it overly

elementary.

Little did she know that the creator of the chess setup was none other than Queena herself, closer than anyone could imagine!

"Somebody asked me earlier if I would accept Queena as my protege." Eugene spoke with a chuckle,

"I believe everyone now has the answer to that question, don’t you?"

The crowd was too shocked to speak.

If Rosemary was Queena, with her current achievements, how could she so readily agree to become Eugene’s sole protege and carry on his legacy? She was more than capable of founding her own

school and passing on her knowledge!

"Queena is not just a chess master; she’s proficient in all sorts of board games," Eugene’s words left the audience in awe once again, as they looked at Rosemary with immense shock and admiration.

So young, yet so skilled in so many board games - it was truly admirable.

"When have I ever given you advice?" Rosemary’s gaze fell upon Serena, asking nonchalantly, "And when have I ever given you a chess set?"

Serena’s face turned even paler.

She hadn’t seen Lindsay in years and thought a little boast wouldn’t hurt. After all, she had made

Lindsay promised not to tell anyone.

She figured that if she left before Queena arrived after a brief match with Rosemary, her ruse wouldn’t be exposed. But to her horror, Rosemary was Queena! She was Queena.

How could she be Queena?

Impossible.

"Serena, is she really Queena?" Lindsay asked in disbelief.

Serena was her good friend; she had no reason to lie, but Mr. Jarvis had no reason to claim Rosemary was Queena either.

So, what was the truth?

Someone from the crowd stepped forward to question Rosemary, "So, you’re not Serena’s mentor, nor did you personally craft chess pieces for her. Then where did that photo of the chess set on her phone

come from?"

"Is she lying?"

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