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.

but I’ve suffered from amnesia and don’t remember

offended and smiled patiently. “Allow me to introduce myself

wordlessly, and Magnus proceeded to guide her into the

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

man seated on a stone bench, “Sir, Ms. Shaw has

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

one available seat, and it

stood still for a moment

old man had gray hair all over his head. Dressed in traditional attire, he exuded a sharp and lively spirit. He

unquestionable air of authority that brooked

the chessboard, realizing the two

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