Reba spoke with a gentle lilt, "Don''t be so hard on her, guys. I''m sure she didn''t mean to reject
me. Maybe she''s just tied up."
As the words left her lips, Reba added, "Besides, I''ve heard the new girl''s quite the whiz at
chess. She might even be better than me!"
[Reba, you''re too modest!]
[Griffin''s chess game isn''t even a patch on yours, Reba. You''re giving her too much credit!]
[Griffin is so shameless! She definitely snubbed you on purpose!]
Reba did a great job hiding the smug look that flickered across her eyes, continuing in her soft
voice, "Don''t say that, guys. It''s normal if Miss Griffin has a better game than me. After all, there''s
always new blood rising to the top, a new wave pushing out the old. "
As soon as Reba finished, the chat exploded with vitriol. They were all mming Anthea for
being delusional, a rookie thinking she could vie for the title of chess queen against Reba!
The nerve!
Anthea was about to start a gaming session when she noticed a slew of hostilements on her
screen.
[Our Ba challenged you to a match and you chickened out?]
[Shameless! Pretending to be innocent!]
[Do you dare ept our challenge?]
[Trash, you think you canpete with our Ba?]
Anthea arched an eyebrow, "Ba? Do I know her?"
Her fans exined.
[Ann, Ba''s a grandmaster-level influencer. She just sent you a match invite, but you declined.]
[Clean up your act! We''re here to watch Ann y, not deal with you lot!]
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[What kind of nonsense? Did our Ann ever bother you?]
Realizing this Ba was trouble, Anthea decided to forego the game, asking, "Babes, do you want
me to go head-to-head with her?"
[We do!]
[Ann, Ba''s fans have been sour for days, iming you used underhanded tactics to beat Mr. A.
I''ve been itching to set them straight for so long!]
[Yes, Ann, show ''em what''s what!]
"Alright, I''ll ept her challenge. After all, I''m all about pampering my fans!" Anthea said, sending a
match invite Ba''s way.
[Another day, another reason to love Ann.]
[Ahh! Ann, you spoil us!]
The moment the connection was made and Reba''s face appeared on the screen, Anthea was
taken aback, wondering if her eyes were deceiving her.
Was this...Reba?
She wasn''t seeing things after all.
Reba''s voice was tender as honey, "Hey there, gorgeous. How''s it going?"
"Good," Anthea replied, unfazed.
Reba, seeing the newbie was camera-shy, teased with augh, "You''re so slender, and that
corbone... I bet you''re even more stunning in person."
Then, Reba went on, "You must take great care of yourself, right? Your hands are so delicate.
Unlike me, I don''t even know the basics of skincare..."
Anthea smiled lightly, her tone airy, "No wonder your skin have no glow."
[LOL! Ann''seback is epic!]
[Is Ann the queen of straight talk?]
[I''m dying!]
[Ann''s like a pro at calling people out.]
Reba''s face chilled over. She had a bit of a sallowplexion and always had toyer on
foundation and max out the filters to hide her imperfections during live streams. She hated it when
peoplemented on her skin tone!
She couldn''t believe this rookie was being so bold!
She hadpletely disregarded Reba.
"Your wit is quite something," Reba said, deflecting the jab with a smile. "Shall we start? Are you
ready, darling?"
"Let''s begin," Anthea said without further ado.
The match started.
With the help of her system, Reba quickly captured three of Anthea''s pieces, gaining an early
advantage.
Anthea remained calm, ying her moves carefully. She noticed something odd about Reba''s
style. It felt less like ying against a person and more like ying against a machine.
Anthea''s eyebrow quirked slightly. Something was off about Reba.
"Got your rook," Reba said with a smile, her voice as soft as ever, "You''d better watch out,
darling. I''m about to put you in check."