The Wilson’s Empire Heir

Chapter 92

Richardson had played chess with his grandfather and he was a pro at making risky moves. He knew all he needed to do was beat them at their own game and earn their respect.

It was going to be difficult if he was going to play with someone who was going to be as good as Damien but he could scale through.

To jump into the game without a data of his opponent would be suicide. He had to watch them play and know how they did their thing.

The Don made some amateur moves which got the other opponent into a mindset that they were winning. The opponent made a few major moves getting their tricks to be exposed as the Don made a huge move, taking out the major league.

“Checkmate!” the Don yelled out with a loud laugh, taking the money from the table before turning to the elated crowd. “Does anyone want to play?!”

“Give me some more time, I can do this!” the man being dragged out yelled.

“But you have given everything to me including your pinky finger,” laughed the Don. “What else would you wan