In the living room.
Noah Reed started a game of chess with Terrence Lentz.
Delia Frieman watched from the sidelines.
Judging from his chess style, one could tell Terrence was a deep thinker.
Every move he made
was carefully considered.
Calm and unrushed.
On the other hand, there was Noah.
Noah was also a decent chess player who had won third place in a city chess competition.
But in front of Terrence, he looked like a child in a hurry to succeed.
Terrence was slowly cornering Noah, close to delivering checkmate while Noah had no ability to counter.
At first, Noah wasn't sure if Terrence was a good-for-nothing.
But now,
he was certain.
Terrence was definitely not a good-for-nothing.
After all, he was a graduate of a prestigious university.
If Terrence were a good-for-nothing, could he beat Noah so effortlessly?
After showing Viola Thompson around the house, Dolores Frieman went to prepare dinner in the kitchen.
She had bought a lot of food today,
