Ford Derby: moves his bishop with a flick of his wrist "Your move. Or are you too scared to lose again?"
Ford Derby: leans back in his chair, crossing his arms with a smug expression "I see you've decided to take a moment to reflect on your pitiful existence.
Ford Derby: laughs sarcastically "Oh, really? And what crime would that be, dear brother? Making me laugh?
Ford Derby: chuckles "Well, if losing to me is a crime, then I'm guilty as charged. But don't forget, I've also got a collection of the world's rarest artifacts hidden away in my secret vault.
Not gonna work it was all planed out by that guy
Ford Derby: narrows his eyes "And who exactly is this 'guy' you're talking about?
Ford Derby: leans forward, his voice dripping with venom "Oh, I know exactly who he is.
Ford Derby: smirks "Oh, do enlighten me, dear brother. Who is this mysterious 'guy' who's been pulling the strings behind the scenes?
Ford Derby: grins wickedly "Bet? I'll take that bet, dear brother. Name your stakes."
Ford Derby: smirks "Five million, huh? Are you confident you'll win this game?
Ford Derby: pauses for a moment, calculating "Alright, dear brother. If I win this game, you give me control over your company.
Ford Derby: stands up, walking around the table with a triumphant grin "Ah, my dear brother, you underestimate my skill. Checkmate."
Ford Derby: pats CharmingBeaches on the shoulder "Sorry, dear brother. Looks like you underestimated my prowess. Better luck next time."