“Thank you.


    ”


    Without any hesitation, she got into the Luxury car and went back to her apartment to pack her things.


    It was Tuesday.


    Everyone seemed to be incredibly swamped.


    Nathan was tangled up in a particrly challenging case, demanding his full attention.


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    Lucinda was negotiating partnerships with some of the world’s most well-known groups.


    The Simmons Group was gradually expanding its entire overseas channel line.


    These days were crucial for signing contracts.


    Neither Nathan nor Lucinda had any spare time, and Colby couldn’t stand Kyson, so Nathan had given Sonny a paid day off, asking him to keep Colbypany during his infusion to prevent him from getting bored.


    Sonny, not skilled in chess, was defeated by Colby time and time again.


    He didn’t win a single game.


    Totally unconvinced, Sonny sneered.This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.


    “Come on, let’s go again! You’re just a kid.


    There’s no way you’re smarter than me! One more round!”


    Colby clicked his tongue.


    “Again? If we keep going, you’ll end up losing your grey underpants to me!”


    Only then did Sonny realize his predicament and wrapped his bare arms around himself.


    The wind blowing through the window sent a chill down his spine.


    Colby, ever the smart kid, had a bet with him.


    The loser had to shed a piece of clothing.


    Initially, he fretted that Colby could catch a cold once he started shedding clothes, so he let him win a few rounds on purpose.


    Gradually, though, it dawned on him that he was genuinely no match for Colby.


    He had already doffed his shirt, belt, pants, watch, and ring.


    Only his underpants remained!


    One more loss, and he’d be stark naked.


    It was utterly mortifying.


    But it would be even worse if he couldn’t manage to win at least one round.


    As Sonny wrestled with his predicament, Colby stretched out his hand, jumbled the chess pieces on the board, and yawnedzily.


    “How about we call it a night? I’m getting sleepy, and I might lose if we y one more round.


    Humor me, won’t you?”


    Sonny felt a wave of relief and quickly agreed, “Sure thing.


    Are you hungry? Want some fruit?”