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.

sorry, but I’ve suffered from amnesia and

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

and Magnus proceeded

a painting.

respectfully addressed the elderly man seated on a stone bench,

man leaned on his cane, his gaze fixed upon the chessboard on the stone table. Without lifting

available seat, and it was right in front of

stood still for a moment

a sharp and lively spirit. He stared at the chessboard in front of him and spoke in a subdued tone, “Ms. Shaw, care to play a

unquestionable air of authority that

white pieces on the chessboard, realizing

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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