She cast her eyes downward and chuckled softly. "If I find someone, I'll be sure to inform you."

Leonel tenderly caressed his left leg and murmured, "I'll offer my blessings when that time comes.”

Their exchange felt rather dull.

Still, Edwin listened attentively, to the point where he lost the game of chess. Brushing it off as just an off day, he insisted on another round and requested a rematch. Marcus gathered the pieces and scoffed. "Even if we played ten more rounds, you'd still lose! What's the point of being stubborn?"

At that moment, Edwin suddenly turned to Leonel with a smile and remarked, "Leonel, Marcus was referring to me just now. He certainly wasn't talking about you."