My Toyboy 214

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Chapter 214

“Dad… Jonathan said.

“Quiet,” Clifford coldly cut off Jonathan. His eyes remained fixed on the chessboard.

Jonathan shrugged at Cynthia, and then led her to sit on a nearly couch. Cynthia was a bit nervous and whispered, “What’s Clifford doing?”

Jonathan said, “Did you see the chessboard on his desk? This puzzle is older than I am. He has been trying to solve it for decades. It’s said to have been set up by his old rival, and it became an obsession over the years. He spends hours on it every day, completely engrossed”

Cynthia glanced over and said, “Chess?” Jonathan nodded. Cynthia perked up, interested.

Chess was one of the rare skills she learned with her mentor, and it was her best. Even her mentor said she had a natural talent for it. Cynthia got up and instinctively walked over. As a chess enthusiast, she was drawn to such difficult puzzles,

Cynthia stood by the chessboard, looking intently for a moment. She was quite surprised. “Isn’t this the most classic triple problem my mentor taught?

Cynthia noticed Clifford deep in thought. She suddenly pointed to a spot and suggested. “Clifford, try this move”

Clifford’s concentration was interrupted, and he seemed very displeased. He looked up at Cynthia and asked, “Ms. Jones, do you understand chess as well?”

Cynthia humbly said. “I don’t fully understand, but breaking this stalemate shouldn’t be too hard.”

Clifford’s expression grew even more serious and intense. He thought, Where does this young girl come from, daring to speak so boldly! I have been studying this chess puzzle for sixty years. Could it be that the move she mentioned never crossed his mind? No matter how I play it, there’s no way to win

Clifford asked her to sit down and join him. “Come on, play a game with me. I want to see how you plan to break this

Cynthia sat down confidently across from Clifford. She took a move, and soon Clifford captured a large part of her area. She took another move.

Clifford shook his head, finding it amusingly absurd. Here he was playing chess with a young girl who didn’t understand the

game.

Jonathan had been watching the game from the sidelines the whole time. During the hour Cynthia played chess with Clifford, Jonathan thought of several phrases to describe the way Cynthia played: “off to a rough start“, “catching in a tough battle“, “on the defensive“, “a series of mistakes“, “losing, and then “winning“.

As for how she won, even Jonathan couldn’t quite understand it. Those final moves were just too quick.

Clifford was completely bewildered. He stared at the board for a long time, watching how his seemingly strong and invincible layout was gradually defeated and ended hastily in just a few moves.

She had been planning it from the very beginning. He had studied this strategy for many years, exploring various paths step by step, including the route of this young girl.

However, he assumed it was a dead end and never reached its end. He never anticipated that there could be a new hope, and then she triumphed over everyone.

“Hahaha.” Clifford laughed heartily, looking up at the sky. “Wonderful, absolutely wonderful.”

The game that had troubled Clifford for nearly sixty years was suddenly resolved, and he felt his mind clear as if an invisible

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hand had lifted a heavy stone from his chest. Instantly, he could breathe freely.

He thought. ‘Quidam, your gaine has finally been broken. It’s a jty the one who solved it isn’t me, but a young girl!

Clifford was so excited that his voice seemed to leap from the depths of his chest. “The younger generation is truly impressive.”

Clifford closed his eyes, thinking of his once dear friend, a permanent wound in his heart. They were both betrayed by their organization and pursued relentlessly. But Clifford had saved him by sacrificing himself as bait to spring the trap.

Before Clifford was drugged and put on the ship. Quidam hugged him tightly. “Wolf, live like a human being. Lead a meaningful life, rise above others, become wealthy, and have a large family with many descendants. Such earnest words coming from someone so reserved.

This was the last chess game they played, and they never finished it. Tears silently rolled down Clifford’s cheek.

Cynthia felt a surge of anxiety seeing Clifford’s state. She quickly stood up and moved next to Jonathan, slightly hiding behind him while tugging at his sleeve. She thought, “Why does he start crying all of a sudden?‘ Cynthia regretted having taken the spotlight.

From childhood to adulthood, Jonathan had never seen Clifford shed a tear. He was a quiet person who rarely smiled. Other than with Snsamma, he was always very serious and stern with his children and grandchildren, keeping a distant and authoritative demeanor. The younger family members were all a bit scared of him.

Moreover, Clifford had been in control for many years, with unquestionable authority. Despite having distributed most of the shares to the next generation, he still held a powerful, emperor–like presence within the company, serving as its chairman without stepping down.

His life was extremely busy, and he rarely spent time with his children at home. This lack of attention planted the seeds of rivalry and conflict among the children of the Bennett family, at they never experienced much warmth from their father. only authority

All the children longed for their father’s recognition and attention. What started as a quest for a little fatherly love eventually turned into a competition for the family business, power, and shares.

Of course, by now, the four siblings had already settled into their roles, Whitney, the oldest, had the sharpest business sense and held 20% of the company shares Jonathan had 15%, while Isabella and Amelia each had 5%. Clifford still had 10% in his possession, and everyone was eyeing it eagerly.

At that moment, the butler came over again. This was his fourth visit. “Sir, the meal is ready, and everyone has arrived. Mrs. Bennett asked me to call you all to the dining room”

Clifford finally snapped back to reality. He quickly wiped the tears from his eyes, got up, and looked kindly at Cynthia, standing behind Jonathan. He said gently. “Cynthia, you must be hungry too. Let’s go to the dining room.”

Jonathan stood there stillly, observing the scene, Clifford smiled a warm and gentle smile. It was a side of Clifford that Jonathan had never seen before. The whole family had never seen him like this.

When they arrived at the dining room, Clifford sat at the head of the table and said, “Cynthia, you sit next to me.”

Everyone at the table was shocked. The seat that Clifford assigned to Cynthia was originally Whitney’s.

In the Bennett family, the seating arrangements at meals were always clearly defined. For years, the seats next to Clifford were occupied by Susanna and Whitney. Even if they weren’t there, no one would dare sit in their seats.