Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 749 - 750

Alma stood amidst the crowd, her mind a whirl of confusion.

The chess game had reached a point where it seemed to be at a dead end.

Regardless of which side made the next move, it appeared there was no correct play to be made.

At the previous university tournament, Alma had boldly challenged Rosemary to a game of chess, only to be utterly defeated within moments.

It was then that Mr. Albright graced the backstage, engaging Rosemary in a game that left the onlookers in utter disbelief. To everyone’s astonishment, Rosemary bested Mr. Albright, the undisputed chess

maestro. Even more astonishing was when Mr. Albright openly praised Rosemary’s exceptional talent, admitting that she had surpassed her mentor and even considering her as his potential successor.

The level of Rosemary’s chess play had shocked Alma then, but now, as she gazed upon the complex board Rosemary had devised, the sense of awe washed over her with even greater intensity.

If Rosemary had indeed concocted this intricate game on her own, her unfathomable skill far surpassed that of all the chess masters present, combined.

The thought of her previous victory over Mr. Albright didn’t seem so surprising anymore.

With only two minutes left, Mr. Albright, wearing a contented smile, signaled his servant to bring forth his favorite chess set. Carefully placing the pieces according to Rosemary’s design, he crafted the

enigmatic scenario on the board.

"Time is up." Mr. Albright announced cheerily, addressing the guests, "Would anyone care to step up and give it a try?"

The guests exchanged glances, none daring to approach the daunting chess puzzle before them.

Many of them dreamed of becoming his sole mentee, but this challenge was clearly beyond them.

"Lindsay, go on up," urged Bluno, Lindsay’s father and a successful man. His life’s experiences had taught him the importance of seizing opportunities.

Now, with no one presenting a solution, if his daughter dared to try, even without a strategy, her courage alone might draw Mr. Albright’s attention.

"Dad, I’m truly at a loss," Lindsay’s words were not of modesty but of genuine cluelessness.

"Can’t you make even one move?" Bluno couldn’t understand why placing a single piece on the board was such a difficult task.

"Mr. Albright is a celebrated chess legend; don’t worry about embarrassing yourself. You’re young. It’s normal to face puzzles you can’t solve. The main thing is to get noticed by him."

Bluno’s point was clear: even if his daughter had no ideas, she could at least make an impression before anyone else did.

Lindsay lacked the courage to step forward. She looked towards Rosemary, questioning whether the game’s design was indeed her own creation.

Mabel’s grandmother turned to her granddaughter, "Still no ideas?"

"I’m afraid so." Mabel, feeling the weight of the challenge, was at a loss for a solution as she peered at the board.

"Christine, what about you?" Madeline’s family whispered to their child.

Madeline shook her head, obviously not up to the task.

"Roxanne, why so quiet?" Roxanne’s mother probed her daughter, "You can’t figure it out either?"

"Yes."

A couple of veteran chess masters in attendance, whose lives were steeped in the game, had never encountered such a scenario.

Was there really a solution?

"It seems Rose is the only candidate for my protege," Mr. Albright remarked with a twinkle in his eye,leaving the statement open-ended.

He was aware of Rosemary’s busy life and her likely inability to take on the mantle, so he did not press her to commit in front of everyone.

Instead, he implied that she was his choice in his heart, leaving the final decision to her.

The crowd turned their eyes towards Rosemary, a mix of envy, frustration, and jealousy simmering in their gaze.

Bagging a compliment from Mr. Albright was something many had only dreamed of!

"Mr. Albright, is there really a solution to this puzzle?" someone asked with a hint of grievance in their voice, "How do you know she can solve it?"

Eugene, with a gleam in his eye and a smile playing on his lips, said, "The puzzle was crafted by her own hand; of course, she can solve it."

"But who’s to say she didn’t just scribble something random?"

"If she really did draw it, maybe she’s known the answer all along."

"Mr. Albright, does she even understand chess? If she’s that good, why not have her demonstrate for us?"

"Yeah, we’ve got time. How about it, miss? Show us how to solve this game."

"I want to see this."

"Me too."

The crowd was skeptical. How could this young lady outshine many chess masters present and unravel such a complex game?

Eugene looked at Rosemary with a smile and gracefully gestured for her to take a seat at the chessboard.

Rosemary knew that Grandpa Eugene wanted her to dazzle the crowd, to blind them with her brilliance.

Although she found the whole show a bit childish, it was the old man’s birthday, so she decided to indulge him.

Settling into her seat, Rosemary said, "Assuming I’m playing white, my first move would be here."

As Rosemary placed a white piece on the board, Mr. Albright swiftly captured the surrounding pieces.

Rosemary continued with her second move, then the third, and the fourth. As expected, each was swiftly countered.

The crowd was befuddled.

"Do you even know what you’re doing?"

"Is this supposed to be impressive? Anyone can make these moves. Are you messing with us?"

"It was an even game, but after your four moves, you’ve lost quite a few pieces. With your strategy,even someone clueless about chess could come here and play randomly."

"You’re ruining a perfectly good game."

"We thought you were skilled."

They had expected prowess but found her first four moves easily countered.

Was this it? And she aspired to be Mr. Albright’s protege?

These were the reactions Rosemary wanted. She made her fifth move, still seemingly at a disadvantage.

Then came the sixth, the seventh, the eighth.

The grumbling in the crowd ceased, replaced by shock and awe.

Only now did they begin to comprehend Rosemary’s initial five moves; each one was a trap.

She had sacrificed pieces deliberately, luring her opponent into a false sense of security. As the opponent unwittingly fell deeper into her web, she was safeguarding her other pieces and setting up further snares.

By the time her opponent realized what was happening, it was too late. Rosemary had anticipated each of their moves well in advance.

The crowd watched as Rosemary’s plan unfolded, her counterattacks swift and decisive, like a predator that had been lying in wait, suddenly pouncing on its prey with ferocity.

In less than five minutes, the outcome became clear; white had taken a commanding lead, leaving black in disarray.

Three minutes later, white emerged victorious, and everyone in the room inhaled sharply at the sight.

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