Damian Knight added, "But you don’t have to worry. I’ve already inford them that you’re my guest, not a mber of The Elite Society, so you don’t have to participate in the chess competition."
However, Sumr Monroe was dumbfounded.
Wallace Thorne? Is that her pupil, Old Man Thorne?
Sumr had great talent in chess; during an international competition abroad, she beat Old Man Thorne.
Since then, Old Man Thorne had been pestering her for lessons, even calling her his ntor, and she reluctantly accepted him as her pupil.
Turns out, Old Man Thorne is a chess master in the country?
What a coincidence.
But after all these years, she wondered if Old Man Thorne had improved his chess skills.
Sumr suddenly raised her head and said to Damian Knight, "Then please bother telling them that I want to participate in the competition too. A simultaneous chess exhibition sounds like fun."
Damian Knight noticed Sumr’s eyes almost sparkling with excitent, raised an eyebrow in surprise, and asked, "You know how to play chess."
"Just a little bit."
Damian Knight fell into silence.
During the acupuncture session and the explosion incident, Sumr also claid she only knew "just a little bit."
If he believed Sumr again that she really only knew "just a little bit," he’d be a fool.
"Alright, if you want to play, I’ll inform them. Stay here and enjoy so dessert, don’t wander off."
"Okay." Sumr smiled charmingly, making Damian Knight slightly dazzled.
He thought he had strong self-control, but in front of Sumr, he always found himself defenseless.
Better to look away.
Damian Knight quickly averted his gaze and walked away briskly.
As soon as Damian Knight left, many people ca up to greet Sumr.
Soon, Sumr’s hands were filled with business cards.
She made a point of observing the chairman of Noah Group, noticing that he was an elderly man who was quiet and hadn’t greeted anyone from beginning to end.
Occasionally, when people went up to greet him, he perfunctorily responded and walked away.
This was why Damian Knight didn’t take her to et him.
Rather than approaching him, it would be better to let the chairman of Noah Group co to her.
Just a matter of whether her chess skills could attract that old gentleman’s attention among the crowd.
While Sumr was caught in these mixed thoughts, a few young socialites dressed extravagantly approached her, holding champagne.
The girl leading the group, in a pale yellow evening gown, was the first to greet her, "Miss Monroe, long ti no see. Do you rember ?"
Sumr looked at the girl, but couldn’t recall anything about her.
She politely apologized and then asked, "I’ve just returned to Crestfall, and I don’t know many people. May I ask who you are?"
The girl raised her chin arrogantly, revealing a top-tier Swarovski diamond necklace around her neck.
The girl said, "I’m Rachel Ross. Isaac Ross is my cousin. I saw you before at Clarissa Stanton’s birthday party."
Sumr realized.
So it’s Isaac’s cousin, which makes her one of them?
Just as Sumr began to smile, Rachel Ross said sharply, "The saying ’Clothes make the man, and gold makes the monk’ is indeed true. Last ti we t at the Stanton’s, you looked like a beggar, slled terrible, but seeing you now in nice clothes makes a difference. I just wonder if you’ve bathed properly? After living in the countryside for so long, is your blood also slly?"
Sumr’s smile faded.
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