Chapter Seven
"I'll give you a three-move head start! You go first!" the little guy said handsomely, his face a picture of relaxed pride, as though none of this posed any difficulty for him.
His son must be something special to talk so big.
Ryan Gregory curled his lips into a smile, "Are you sure?"
"Of course."
Wilson grinned, his smile innocent and harmless, but inside he was mumbling that once Mommy's sleeping pill kicked in, you'd still lose to me...
Ah, the feeling of winning without honor is really not pleasant.
He still preferred to win against others with his own skills.
But how could Ryan Gregory let a little brat be the one to give him a break? It wouldn't look good if word got out.
He smiled, "You're younger and I'm older, so I'll give you the advantage."
Lena sat on the side, supporting her cheeks with her hands, "Uncle, think thrice. Our Wilson won the international chess championship last year."
"..."
That good?
It seemed he had underestimated his own son.