Vicky glanced at the driver and took out her phone quietly. Her expression darkened when she noticed that she received no signal on her phone.

“Ms. Shaw,” said the driver. “Don’t worry. We won’t hurt you. We’re only inviting you over because Old Mister wants to see you.”

“There’s a signal blocker here on the car, so don’t try anything, Ms. Shaw,” added the driver monotonously.

Vicky gazed down and confirmed that she could not make any phone calls.

10 minutes later, the taxi arrived at a mansion where someone was already waiting by the door.

It was none other than Magnus.

“We meet again, Ms. Shaw,” Magnus said.

and said, “I’m sorry, but I’ve

and smiled patiently. “Allow me to introduce myself again, then. My

proceeded to guide her into the

with its winding corridors and picturesque scenery that resembled a painting. After a leisurely walk of about twenty minutes, Vicky found herself

man seated on a stone bench,

on his cane, his gaze fixed upon the chessboard

one available seat, and it was right in front of

a moment

hair all over his head. Dressed in traditional attire, he exuded a sharp and lively spirit. He stared at the chessboard in front of

an unquestionable air of authority that brooked no

pieces on the chessboard, realizing the two sides had

a prestigious family, Vicky had naturally dabbled in various arts including chess and calligraphy. Not only did she study

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