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.

glanced at him and said, “I’m sorry, but I’ve

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

wordlessly, and Magnus proceeded to guide her into

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

man seated on a stone bench, “Sir,

chessboard on the stone table. Without lifting his head,

it was right in front of the elderly

stood still for a

old man had gray hair all over his head. Dressed in traditional attire, he exuded a sharp and lively spirit. He stared at the chessboard in front of him and spoke in a subdued tone,

carried an unquestionable air of

white pieces on the chessboard, realizing the

naturally dabbled in various arts including chess and calligraphy. Not only did she study traditional board games, but she also made international chess a mandatory part of

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