The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1495

Eugene paid a continuous compliment upon appreciating the drawing, "Brilliant, just brilliant."

It was like a snapshot from the past when he used to teach Arabella how to play chess. The waterfall was there in the distance, its

gentle murmuring still echoing in his ears, the mountains rising majestically around them, and the weather clear and bright. They

would lose themselves in the gfor hours on end.

It touched him that she remembered, his eyes growing misty with emotion.

The chess gArabella had depicted was no random sketch.

Eugene saw her intention; aware of his irritation with the numerous guests vying to bechis mentee, the clever girl had

presented him with the most challenging chess problem in history, encapsulated within her artwork.

After a moment of being visibly moved, Eugene finally said, "I love this birthday gift. I've turned sixty this year, as you all know,

and I've been on the lookout for a talented protege to carry on my legacy. Today, Arabella has laid out the chess problem. Anyone

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here who wishes to becmy protege, if you can solve this puzzle, | will take you under my wing!"

The crowd was stunned, a ripple of excitement spreading through them.

No one had anticipated Mr. Eugene would choose his mentee in such a manner. They then turned their gazes to Arabella,

wondering just how difficult a chess problem a young girl could conjure.

With confidence swelling within them, they eagerly awaited Eugene to fully unveil the drawing.

“Twenty minutes. Consider this as gaiety added to the bash,” With a smile, Eugene asked someone to unfurl the drawing.

The artwork depicted a gwith no clear victor; the board seemed to be at a stalemate!

The attendees hadn't expected such a lifelike and challenging problem to cfrom a young girl's hand.

"How about it, Phyllis, feeling confident?" Mr. Gardner whispered to his granddaughter.

Phyllis stared intently at the chessboard, "Grandpa, please be quiet."

She got utterly puzzled.

Was this enigma truly solvable, or had Arabella simply scribbled a random arrangement?

Seeing even his prideful granddaughter stumped, Mr. Gardner realized the complexity of the challenge and fell silent, observing

the rest of the guests.

Anxiety was etched on the faces of the attendees. Swere fixated on the problem, eyes unwavering; others murmured to

themselves, and a few whispered to their neighbors.

Eugene wasn't worried about them sharing answers; after all, even he had to ponder the problem for a good while to find a

solution.

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It could only be said that Arabella was too clever, effectively stumping them all.

Arabella gave Eugene a sly smile, as if to say, "I've done you a big favor. How will you thank me?"

Eugene returned the smile, his eyes conveying a reply, “That's my granddaughter! Let's talk about it later.”

Using this method to dissuade the throng was sheer brilliance on the part of his precious granddaughter.

"Lindsay, still no solution?" Bluno asked with a hint of urgency. He could see Mabel was also at a loss. He hoped his daughter would

outwit Mabel and vindicate her earlier frustration.

Lindsay was genuinely astonished that Arabella had devised such a complex chess problem. Where on earth had she learned it?

It was an impressive feat, and whoever had cup with the problem was a true master.

"Dad, giveanother moment," Lindsay stared at the board with growing desperation.

"Think faster, you need to beat everyone to it," Bluno urged, wishing his daughter could triumph over all.

Mabel, Madeline, Roxanne, and even the renowned chess masters present were all at a loss, their minds racing for a breakthrough.