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.”
“Old Mister?”
“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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt was none other than Magnus.
“We meet again, Ms. Shaw,” Magnus said.
She glanced at him and said, “I’m sorry, but I’ve suffered from amnesia and don’t remember who you are.”
Magnus was not at all offended and smiled patiently. “Allow me to introduce myself again, then. My name is Magnus
Hawthorne.”
Vicky nodded wordlessly, and Magnus proceeded to guide her into the mansion.
The mansion exuded a 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 to a secluded rear
garden.
There, Magnus respectfully addressed the elderly man seated on a stone bench, “Sir, Ms. Shaw has arrived.”
The old man leaned on his cane, his gaze fixed upon the chessboard on the stone table. Without lifting his head, he
said, “Take a seat.”
There was only one available seat, and it was right in front of the elderly gentleman.
Vicky stood still for a moment before taking her seat.
The 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, “Ms. Shaw, care to play a game?”
His voice carried an unquestionable air of authority that brooked no refusal.
Vicky glanced at the black and white pieces on the chessboard, realizing the two sides had reached a standstill.
As a 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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Vicky’s skills in chess were above average, but it had been a while since she last played, and she was a little rusty.
Casting a glance at the elderly gentleman before her, Vicky casually picked up a black piece.
As the game came to an end, Vicky was not surprised that she was defeated and looked up at the old man. “I lost.”
The old man looked up and met her eyes for the first time. “Ms. Shaw, do you remember me?”
She studied his face and shook her head. “I’m sorry, sir, but I’ve lost my memories and have forgotten about a lot
of people since then.”
The old man’s sharp gaze scanned her authoritatively before he proceeded to introduce himself. “Ms. Shaw, I’m
Tyler’s grandfather.”
“Tyler’s grandfather?” Vicky frowned. “Sir, are you mistaken?”
She had met Tyler’s grandfather in the past and even participated in his birthday celebration before.