A Beauty With Multiple Masks

“So you’d like to kneel now? But it’s too late. I don’t want to accept it.” The colors drained out of Kelsea’s face as she cast a pleading look toward Hans. Unfortunately, Hans was not looking at her; his eyes were fixed on Arielle as if he was looking at the most precious treasure in the world. Right then, a thought entered Arielle’s mind. “There’s something else. Although I don’t mind others talking behind my back, I hate being slandered the most.

Therefore, I’d like to clarify something.” As she spoke, she took out her phone. An ominous feeling began to grow in Kelsea.. In the next second, after a few rapid taps, a female voice sounded out from the speakers. “You’ve always won because your opponents are all third-rate chess players and hobbyists. You’ve never encountered a real player.

won’t even be able to defeat my friends.” The moment that voice sounded out, the expressions of several individuals around them darkened. “If I haven’t gotten this wrong, this must be Kelsea’s voice. So, Ms. Kelsea Morgan, am I a third-rate chess player to you? Didn’t you lose to me last year at the tournament?” Just then, someone at the side voiced,

recording had yet to end. “Is that so? What if I win against you?” “If you win against me, I’ll get on my knees

earth.” “I dare say that if the one who lost was Ms. Moore, Kelsea would certainly force her to kneel.” In fact, some even began urging Kelsea to get on her knees. “Kelsea, hurry up and kneel. You were

earlier but turns out I was the clown. Kelsea, hurry and go down on your knees now.” The pressure was evidently getting to Kelsea, for her eyes were red by now. She was still casting pleading looks at Hans, but the latter only gazed at her with cold eyes. “I can’t believe I

them. However, instead of sparing Kelsea another glance, Hans muttered respectfully, “Ms. Moore, it’s been a long time. I had just obtained some