Natasha went to the beachside villa to pick Woody up while Sophia was only a few stops away from the military compound so when she arrived, Natasha and Woody weren’t there yet. When Sophia met Old Master Fletcher, the man was so excited that he insisted on playing chess with her and asked her about Michael.
“I heard that Mikey has been busy filming ‘War Dragon’ lately. How is it going? It’s led by the military, right? A big production is a real headache to film. Ask Mikey to do well. Furthermore, tell him that he has to hurry up and film the documentary film right after he’s done with ‘War Dragon’. If there are any photos from the set, remember to send a copy to me!” The Old Master chatted endlessly while they were playing chess.
Nathan sat obediently next to Mark that day. Seeing that Stanley wasn’t there, Sophia let his cat and dog out. She stroked the cat as she played chess and occasionally petted the dog beside her. Drinking some wolfberry tea, she was tense as she waited for news about Woody.
Why aren’t they here yet? Did something happen? Or maybe Natasha wasn’t planning to bring Woody to the military compound at all. Maybe she’s taking Woody somewhere else… Sophia was anxious and wanted to send someone to find them but Mark was in a good mood that day. She couldn’t bear to let him know about her worries so could only frown as she stared at the chess board.
Even though Mark was old, he had sharp eyes and a strong sixth sense. He calmly placed a chess piece down and said to Sophia, “Sophie, you look like someone I know.” Sophia immediately perked her ears but remained calm. Looking at the chessboard, she stroked the cat in her arms. Stanley’s ragdoll cat used to be really beautiful. However, Nathan once pulled at the fur on its head, so now a patch of black fur had grown and the whole cat’s appearance was ruined. The cat lazily meowed as Sophia stroked at that patch of fur on its head.
Mark had many orange cats and the weather that day was great so the cats were out to play. At that moment, there were a dozen orange cats sleeping around Mark’s feet. The atmosphere was relaxed and quiet as the two of them moved their chess pieces on the chessboard, one after another. Sophia still maintained her usual chess skills and secretly went easy on Mark. She held back to an extent and it made Mark really happy as he played the game. After a long while, Mark said, “That person…is my godson. His name is Cooper Mitchell.”
Cooper Mitchell… Sophia had just picked up a chess piece and there was a flash in her eyes, but she quickly recovered and said, “Cooper Mitchell? He’s an alumni of Bayside University. I’ve seen the promotional video that he was in and he seems like an amazing person.” Mark saw her slight reaction and his old body curled up in the chair. Although he was still full of energy, he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed and helpless at the thought of Cooper.
“It would’ve been great if my godson was still alive!”
If only Cooper is alive… Sophia also fell deep into thought. If he’s still alive, would we have already met each other by now? Although Sophia tried to hide her curiosity about Cooper, when she heard that Cooper was Mark’s godson, she asked, “Old Master Fletcher, what kind of a person was Cooper? Were you two close? Can you tell me something about him?”
Their chess match had ended. Because Sophia lost her focus, Mark won the game. She quickly collected the chess pieces and the cat took the opportunity to curl up on the chessboard and sleep. Mark lowered his head and stroked the cat before he suddenly looked up at Sophia and started to tell her about Cooper.
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