Here is the translation:
"I can do everything well, except I'm afraid you won't even give me the chance to prove myself and just deny me outright! That, I can't accept!"
"Ha..."
Seeing Arabella Vanderbilt standing in front of him with her head held high, full of confidence and righteousness, Old Master Russo couldn't help but burst into laughter out of sheer exasperation.
"Everything well, huh? Alright... alright... how about chess?"
Arabella glanced at the chessboard he was pointing at and bluntly threw out two words—
"Not skilled!"
The Old Man's eyes lit up; this was perfect.
Ever since his two grandsons learned to play chess, they enthusiastically joined him at the board, only to be soundly defeated every time.
The taste of crushing someone had long been forgotten.
Today, he'd finally indulge in the thrill of dominating someone anew!
He grunted twice and looked solemnly at Arabella.
