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.

said, “I’m sorry, but I’ve suffered

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

Magnus proceeded to guide her into

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

on a stone bench, “Sir, Ms. Shaw

cane, his gaze fixed upon the chessboard on the

seat, and it was right

still for a moment

lively spirit. He stared at the chessboard in front of him and spoke in

carried an unquestionable air

the black and white pieces on the chessboard, realizing the

lady from a prestigious family, Vicky had 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 her

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