Contract With The Devil: Perfect Lover - Chapter 989 Undiscovered Chess Masters

“Pierre told me about Wanda’s current situation. I won’t make any decision for you, Quinn. I just remind you to think in this way. If you were Wanda, what decision would you make? Of course, I also believe that Wanda will recover from her illness. You will try your best to treat her illness. As we can see, Wanda doesn’t have any thinking ability. Her mind is tightly controlled by a devil. She is like a marionette.”

Quincy looked down and lowered his voice, “I will find that devil.”

“Of course, I know you will do that, but you should know your opponent better than I do.” He patted Quincy on the shoulder, “In fact, Wanda doesn’t need such a high degree of protection.”

“Dad, no one can cure Wanda’s illness, neither can Pierre. This method is only based on Pierre’s guess and analysis. Are we going to use this highly risky method?”

Bishura shook his head slightly, “Of course not. I have contacted a friend of mine. He is a very famous hypnotist, but he is not on your list because he is much closer to the ordinary people.” Bishura raised the corners of his lips. “He is a chess player. He wants to play

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ncy held Wanda’s hand tightly. Bishura said, “This old man is really bad-tempered. I’ve inquired about his background information. He don’t have child or wife, so we can’t ask his child or wife to be a persuader. Let’s forget him. He may not be capable of curing Wanda’s illness. Let’s find another solution. Don’t be discouraged.”

Looking at him, Quincy smiled, “I won’t be discouraged. It’s just a chess game. For several days, I will practice playing chess assiduously. There is a slight chance that I can beat him in the chess game.”

Bishura didn’t want to discourage Quincy, but was it possible for Quincy to win the chess game?

In the evening, all the other family members were asleep. Quincy, who was dressed in black, walked out of the room quietly.

He came to the old man’s house and knocked on the gate. The old man, who had already fallen asleep, rose from bed and opened the gate. Seeing that the visitor was Quincy, he kept a straight face and said indifferently, “I said that I could do nothing about your wife’s illness.”

“Sir, I didn’t ask you to save my wife. I want you to hypnotize me.”