Sumr Monroe’s thin lips slightly opened, and she spoke lightly, "Hey, you better not kneel, I wouldn’t dare let you kneel! If you kneel, others will say I’m excessive, saying I’m bullying you."
Rachel Ross gritted her teeth. If she kneeled and Sumr didn’t accept it, Wallace Thorne wouldn’t be pleased with her either.
She had to force a smile and say, "Master, what are you saying? I’m two generations lower than you, kneeling to you is the right thing to do."
"Oh." Sumr nodded, "So now you want to kneel? But it’s too late! I don’t want to accept your kneeling!"
Rachel’s face turned pale, and she looked at Wallace for help.
However, Wallace didn’t look at her at all, his eyes were enthusiastically fixed on Sumr, as if he were looking at the most precious treasure in the world.
Suddenly, an idea struck Sumr Monroe, and she said, "There’s one more thing, even though I don’t care what others say about , I can’t stand being slandered, so I want to clear things up."
As she spoke, Sumr took out her phone.
Rachel felt a bad premonition rising in her heart.
The next mont, after Sumr manipulated her phone a few tis, a female voice rang out—
"You’ve always won before because your opponents were third-rate players and amateurs, not a single real chess player. Not just , but even my friends, you couldn’t beat them!"
As soon as the voice started, many people at the scene turned dark.
"If I didn’t hear wrong, this voice should be Rachel’s, right? So, in your eyes, Rachel Miss, I’m a third-rate player? Didn’t you lose to in last year’s open tournant?"
"I thought the one lacking manners was Miss Monroe, but I didn’t expect it to be Rachel. Talking like this is truly malicious!"
Rachel’s face turned green, then white, and she hurriedly explained, "No, I...I didn’t an to insult you all..."
But the recording wasn’t over—
"Oh? Then what if I beat you?"
"If you beat , I’ll kneel in front of everyone and admit defeat! But if you lose, you also have to kneel and apologize for your rudeness and ignorance!"
The recording finally ended here.
Everyone suddenly realized.
"So it wasn’t Miss Monroe who suggested kneeling for losing, but Rachel herself!"
"She proposed the agreent herself, yet she doesn’t fulfill it; she truly is shaless beyond compare."
"I dare say, if it were Miss Monroe who lost, Rachel would have forced her to kneel."
So people even directly urged Rachel to kneel.
"Rachel, kneel quickly! You set the rule for the loser to kneel, so why aren’t you kneeling now?"
"I was just on Rachel’s side, turns out the clown was . Rachel, kneel quickly!"
Rachel was forced to the verge of tears, her eyes red. She looked to Wallace for help, but Wallace coldly stared at her and said, "I never thought I would take in a student like you. From today on, I’m no longer your teacher. Don’t call teacher anymore. I disown you as a student!"
"Teacher..."
Rachel was startled. Being expelled from Wallace Thorne’s ntorship, her parents would definitely feel disgraced and beat her!
However, Wallace didn’t even glance at Rachel. Respectfully, he gestured towards Sumr and said, "Master, it’s been a long ti. I just received so fine tea, let treat you to tea."
Sumr nodded and asked Damian Knight, "Do we need to finish the match first before leaving?"
Damian Knight gave an indulgent smile and said, "You’re already Mr. Thorne’s teacher, what could I possibly compete against you with? Let’s go have tea."
As soon as Damian finished speaking, another elderly man with white hair stepped forward, bowed to Sumr, and said, "Miss Monroe, would you mind if I join you for tea?"
Sumr recognized that this old man was none other than the chairman of the Noah Group, Mr. Adam Dixon.
Wallace noticed Sumr hesitating for a mont and thought she didn’t recognize Adam, he introduced, "Adam is an old chess companion I haven’t seen in a long ti. Co on, Adam, let bring you to have tea with my teacher!"
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