The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1503

"Can't believe Queena can make chess pieces and is so kind to her protege."

"Serena, you really struck gold with a mentor like that."

"Did your mentor show up today?"

"Will she even come?"

Serena had no clue who Queena was. She had just wanted to show off in front of her friend, not expecting to stir up such a fuss.

But she wasn't foolish. Seeing that no one mentioned Queena's arrival, she smiled and said, "She's not here yet."

"So, when is she coming?"

"Since she's not here, how about you have a little match with Arabella? It'll be a sight to see!"

"You're Queena's protege; it's bound to be a thrilling game!"

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Right then, Eugene chimed in with a mischievous grin, "Let's have a match, as a special treat for this birthday celebration. No

refusals! I've got the itch to see schess tonight, and | want to know who's the real talent between you two!"

Hearing this, Serena felt like she was in deep trouble.

Though she could play chess, she was no match for Arabella. To be honest, she couldn't even beat others in the room like Phyllis or

Lindsay.

She was here to meet Jamie Noelle, hoping to becher protege, not to play chess and embarrass herself.

"Serena, don't push yourself if you're not feeling well."

That was when Martin, noticing her discomfort, stepped in to help, "Sorry everyone, Serena mentioned earlier that she had a

headache. We were planning to leave after Mr. Albright blew out the candles and we cut the cake. Looks like we'll have to excuse

ourselves a bit earlier."

"No, don't go so soon. Isn't your mentor Queena almost here?"

"She's Queena's protege; she should at least wait for her own mentor before leaving, right?"

"The party's barely started. Just play a few moves; let us in on the action!"

"Yeah, it's just a few moves. Serena seemed perfectly spirited just now; how cshe's suddenly got a headache?"

Clearly, swere skeptical.

Serena had no choice but to rub her temples, feigning discomfort, "I just didn't want to dampen Mr. Albright's spirits."

"Well, don't spoil the mood now." Alma said with an innocent laugh from the crowd, "Last tyou had a stomachache, and you

still easily won the match! Don't be so modest; Mr. Albright and everyone else are waiting for you!"

Serena couldn't believe Alma was butting in now. When had she ever had a stomachache, and when had she ever ‘easily’ won a

match? Alma was making things up! That was just unfair!

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"And the tbefore that, you had a fever, and someone insisted on challenging you to a gof chess. You beat her in less than

a minute." Alma continued to egg on, "And the tbefore that, you were in the hospital, one hand under an intravenous drip, and

schess fanatic clooking for a match. Despite being unwell, you still managed to wipe the floor with him!"

The crowd was impressed; was she that good?

"Don't worry about beating Bella. She's got a strong mind. It's such a rare opportunity to meet your match."

Everyone thought Alma was being respectful by calling Arabella "Bella".

She continued, even pulling Serena to the chessboard and making her sit, "Bella, she's not feeling well; so just play for a minute or

two, okay? Don't tire her out."

Arabella could see right through Alma's act; she was just setting Serena up for embarrassment.

"Serena, if you're not feeling well, I'll take you hto rest."

"Con, no need to rush off this minute or two."