It was worth it to get to play chess with Rose and have a whole new perspective.
He looked at Rosemary and patted her shoulder. "You might want to consider taking up your grandpa’s mantle."
Everyone was taken aback once again.
What did Mr. Eugene mean by that?
Had he already picked his successor long ago? And that person was Rosemary, not Alma??
Everyone instinctively looked at Alma.
At this moment, Alma’s face was filled with shock, looking extremely surprised.
Had Rosemary turned down Mr. Eugene earlier?
Oh God. How could that be?
Was there such a fool in this world?
That was Mr. Eugene!
The absolute pinnacle of the chess world — inheriting his legacy would be a dream come true.
But Rosemary just gave a light smile. The old man was playing tricks, trying to pressure her in front of everyone, thinking she would hesitate to refuse in order not to embarrass him.
"It’s time for you to head back."
Rosemary did not mention anything about the inheritance; she simply changed the subject with a single line.
"Ha ha ha, alright. Do visit me more often and give me a call once in a while. Don’t always let me be the one to reach out to you and not get a response!"
The old man’s tone was somewhat complaining, but the others around were green with envy.
"I’ll know."
"Well, I’m heading back now." Mr. Eugene was about to leave when he suddenly remembered the old man always posting photos in the group chat to provoke everyone when he was conducting experiments with the young lady.
He used to think that behavior was absolutely outrageous! So pointless! So vexing!
But now, he cheerfully said to Rosemary, "Shall we take a photo together?"
Everyone around widened their eyes in disbelief as they watched Mr. Eugene pull Rosemary in for a photo. This Rosemary was way too lucky to get such recognition from Mr. Eugene!
"I’ve got to go."
After taking the photo, Rosemary checked the time, knowing the competition was about to start, and said, "See you later."
"See you later, kiddo." Mr. Eugene looked at the photo on his phone, grinning ear to ear.
He sent a dozen photos to the group chat in one go, and in those photos, he was grinning so wide that his eyes were almost shut. Rosemary, on the other hand, was as elegant as a lotus. Such a beauty. That McMillian boy was so lucky!
Humph, this marriage thing — even he, as a grandpa, had yet to give his blessing!
He had to see the boy’s character and sincerity. If he’s not up to snuff, there’s no way he would agree!
Just as Rosemary was leaving, she suddenly received a call from David.
Surprised, she answered, "David?"
"Rose, David’s world tour concert is kicking off in Summerfield. I’ve reserved two VIP tickets for you and Romeo. Don’t forget to come. The tickets are already on your phone."
David Collins’ sunny voice came through the phone, filled with 100% affection.



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