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.
âMs. Shaw,â said the driver. âDonât worry. We wonât hurt you. Weâre only inviting you over because Old
Mister wants to see you.â
âThereâs a signal blocker here on the car, so donât try anything, Ms. Shaw,â 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.
âWe meet again, Ms. Shaw,â Magnus said.
She glanced at him and said, âIâm sorry, but Iâve suffered from amnesia and donât remember who you
are.â
Magnus was not at all offended and smiled patiently. âAllow me to introduce myself again, then. My
name is Magnus Hawthorne.â
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, âSir, Ms. Shaw has
arrived.â
The old man leaned on his cane, his gaze fixed upon the chessboard on the stone table. Without lifting
his head, he said, âTake a seat.â
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, âMs. Shaw, care to play
a game?â
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 education.
Vickyâs 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. âI lost.â
The old man looked up and met her eyes for the first time. âMs. Shaw, do you remember me?â
She studied his face and shook her head. âIâm sorry, sir, but Iâve lost my memories and have forgotten
about a lot of people since then.â
The old manâs sharp gaze scanned her authoritatively before he proceeded to introduce himself. âMs.
Shaw, Iâm Tylerâs grandfather.â
âTylerâs grandfather?â Vicky frowned. âSir, are you mistaken?â
She had met Tylerâs grandfather in the past and even participated in his birthday celebration before.