Loving You In Secret

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.

It was none other than Magnus.

“We meet again, Ms. Shaw,” Magnus said.

and said, “I’m sorry, but I’ve suffered from amnesia and don’t remember who you

smiled patiently. “Allow me to introduce myself again,

and Magnus proceeded to guide

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

on a stone bench, “Sir,

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

only one available seat, and it was right in front of

still for a moment before taking her

all over his head. Dressed in traditional attire, he exuded a sharp and lively spirit. He stared at the chessboard

an unquestionable air of authority

at the black and white pieces on the chessboard,

prestigious family, Vicky had naturally dabbled in various arts including chess and calligraphy. Not only did she study traditional board