USER: Think a title forJoseph had always been intrigued by the woman who had apparently been his father's childhood sweetheart. Megan had described her as someone who was even more ruthless than most, having abandoned her newborn daughter at the hospital. "I'm not saying that you're related," Joseph clarified. "I just want to know if her mother's whereabouts are truly unknown." Mason simply replied, "Her mother hasn't contacted her since dropping her off here five years ago." Joseph let out a sardonic clap. "So, why bother helping the little mute find her mother? Why come back now when she wasn't there for her before?" He looked at Mason with suspicion. "Is it because you want to find her?" Mason was taken aback and frustrated. "What do you know?" Joseph didn't bother to continue the conversation and simply got up to leave. Ignoring Mason's expression, he made his way out of the door. Christopher was standing outside, his hands clasped behind his back as he spoke to his assistant. Upon seeing Joseph, he commented, "Heading out without eating?" Joseph nonchalantly pocketed his hands. "Not today." Christopher caught up to Joseph and began to explain his father's side of the story. "You and your mother have misunderstood your father. Ever since Rose's mother took her away, he hasn't had any contact with her. He only found out about Rose's return after reading the news." Joseph scoffed. "Then why did he finally start looking for that woman a few days ago?" Christopher shook his head. "...

USER: Thinkthink a title forJosephfor As she opened the door, Charles stood outside waiting for her. "Lola must have misplaced her key again," Rose acknowledged with a smile. Charles shook his head and mumbled, "I knew it." He walked over to carry her luggage and instructed Rose to grab her backpack and follow him swiftly. Once they reached the elevator, Charles inquired, "Have you checked all the documents and packed everything you need?" Rose nodded. Charles examined her bulky suitcase and questioned, "For a few days, why are you carrying so much weight?" As Rose, not wearing any makeup, changed her attire, she inquired, "Is it necessary for Louis?" After receiving a positive nod from Rose, Charles smiled and asked, "Do you miss your brother?" Rose became slightly bashful. Charles was unable to verbalize his thoughts. He felt that Rose was more than just a sister to Louis, but Louis treated her as a sister. Should Charles make her aware of it? Upon exiting the elevator, they congregated at the pick-up location, where everybody placed their luggage and waited near the car. Along with the nine chess players, the chess institute staff also accompanied them, amounting to over a dozen people. After spotting Charles accompanied by Rose, they all had a mutual smile on their faces. Charles acted oblivious, and Rose was unaware as well. As Rose detested crowded areas, she made her way into the vehicle first. Justin signaled Charles to come over and asked, "Where were you? Picking up Rose?" "Lola is unreliable. The dean asked me to check on her," Charles explained. Justin hit him with his arm. "Don't bother explaining. When the dean doesn't confess, you're surprisingly attentive to her." The colleagues nearby also teased him. Charles however, didn't mind and jokingly said, "Yes, I just like her. What can I say?" With Rose seated near the window, gazing blankly at the sky while smiling, it was evident she was ecstatic about this trip. The contest was taking place in Tokyo, while her brother was located in Nara. I heard that she requested permission from the dean to attend. If she won, she could travel to Nara on her own. However, the dean only granted her request if she emerged victorious. The little wolf dog had always aspired to win. Yet, he felt more determined than ever before to claim success. Unfortunately, he had been intrigued by the womanunable to defeat her for the past three months, and this left him feeling dejected. "Apologies for my tardiness." Lola's wheezing voice interrupted his thoughts, as she was the last to arrive. Whilst en-route to the airport, the dean informed her that she was to care for Rose, who looked guilty with her head dropped on Emilia's shoulder. The dean found it difficult to remain angry with her. After passing through security, Rose had apparently beenmore than thirty minutes to spare before the flight boarded, so she visited the restroom. There, she overheard her female colleagues gossiping. "You said that the little wolf dog doesn't really like Rose, right? That's really a pity." "What's the use? Rose's chess skills are equal to his." "What's the point of being a skilled chess player when getting married? It's better to marry someone normal. Even if Rose is autistic like a fool, she's still dumb. It's a disability. Who would want to marry a disabled person?" Although she had come to terms with her speech difficulties, the word "disabled" still stung her heart. She knew they weren't entirely wrong as she was below par. Thinking of Louis made her feel unworthy of him. The man sighed. "They say that fools have unique qualities, and Rose is one of them. Thus, she can play chess without any knowledge." Another person chimed in. "The little wolf dog is quite astute, so how could he not notice her? I heard that the dean requested him to look after her from time to time during the club meetings." The voices of the chatty colleagues faded away, and Rose stared at her reflection in the mirror while trying to reassure herself. What they had said wasn't entirely accurate; it didn't matter if Charles didn't like her. As long as she played chess well, her brother would like her, and he had mentioned that he preferred people who played chess well. After returning to her colleagues, they continued to lavish praise upon her, but she couldn't understand. Why should they care if none of them liked her? When she arrived in Japan during the afternoon, she immediately messaged Louis. "I'm participating in the tournament in Tokyo. Can you attend?" "Unfortunately, I am busy, and I can't leave. Concentrate on playing well and don't let anything distract you." Rose felt a sense of disappointment, but she reoriented herself and focused on her game. Her objective was clear: win the tournament and give the trophy to Louis as a gift with her own hands to make him glad. Rose felt a bit disoriented, but she focused on the game instead. She was determined to win and present the trophy to Louis herself. It would make him happy. After four days of gaming, they arrived at the hotel where the dean summoned everyone for a meeting. The top 16 results were revealed: Rose would face a novice from the Korean Chess Institute, while Charles didn't participate against Brian. However, his father's childhood sweetheart. Megan had described her as someone who was even more ruthlessopponent from the Korean Chess Institute was also a famous player, making Rose's match relatively easy. "Don't feel pressured, Charles. You're in much better condition than most, having abandoned her newborn daughterhe is," said the dean to Charles. Rose looked at the hospital.Charles and saw him holding his arms in disapproval. "Other than Brian, everyone else from Korea is vulnerable," she said. The dean was worried Charles would get nervous. He glared at him and said, "He's ranked higher than you in the world. Why underestimate your enemy?" Currently ranked eighth in the world, Charles caught Rose's gaze and winked at her. "I'm not saying that you're related," Joseph clarified. "I just want to know if her mother's whereabouts are truly unknown." Mason simply replied, "Her mother hasn't contacted her since dropping her off here five years ago." Joseph let out a sardonic clap. "So, why bother helping the little mute find her mother?Rose. Why come back now when she wasn't there for her before?" He looked at Mason with suspicion. "Is it because you want to find her?" Mason was taken aback and frustrated. "What do you know?" Joseph didn't bother to continue the conversation and simply got up to leave. Ignoring Mason's expression, he made his way out of the door. Christopher was standing outside, his hands clasped behind his back as he spoke to his assistant. Upon seeing Joseph, he commented, "Heading out without eating?" Joseph nonchalantly pocketed his hands. "Not today." Christopher caught up to Joseph and began to explain his father's side of the story. "You and your mother have misunderstood your father. Ever since Rose's mother took her away, he hasn't had any contact with her. He only found out about Rose's return after reading the news." Joseph scoffed. "Then why did he finally start looking for that woman a few days ago?" Christopher shook his head. "That was done for Rose's sake. Your father feels indebted to her." Unimpressed, Joseph asked, "What could he possibly owe her?" "I contacted the family that adopted her," Christopher explained. "During the summer vacation when Rose left, she couldn't speak. No one in the Jones family realized until she arrived in Japan. Her brother and teacher thought she was born unable to speak and therefore missed the best treatment time. They took her to numerous hospitals, but no one could find anything wrong. It's likely that it was caused by some mental trauma. I looked into it and found out that the Japanese family gave her a lot of love and care, but she still hasn't recovered her ability to speak even after five years." Joseph was surprised. He had been away during that summer when Rose had left. He had been anticipating her departure, yet he didn't feel as relieved as he had hoped now that she was gone. "What happened that summer?" he asked Christopher. Christopher shook his head. "Rose was in a coma for half a month due to a high fever. She stayed in the hospital for a while and was taken away by her mother once she was discharged. Only now has your father learned that Rose's inability to speak was caused by the illness she contracted that summer." "Why did you suddenly become ill?" Christopherbe nervous? You should give her psychological counseling." The other chess players turned to look at him, prompting Joseph to recall how sheRose, who lowered her head uncomfortably. Christopher then tapped Charles on the forehead and said, "Mind your own business!" Rose glanced at the duel list and saw Matthew Shinan, an elder brother she knew. She studied with him in the teacher's dojo when she was young. She left the academy when she became an adult. Although she was in the dojo, she mostly appeared as Louis' sister. Their relationship was not close. All Rose knew was that he played chess well, but he was arrogant. He often fell ill as a child. With a frail constitution, she would come downchallenged his brother, believing that he was better. He caused trouble with a cold or fever at odd hours and her nanny was exhausted from taking her to the hospital. She would look at the nurse with puppy dog eyeshis brother when getting injections, feeling distressed rather than afraid of the pain. Joseph always felt panic in his heart when he thought back to those times. As she had grown up, she still had the same eyes and disposition, which he found annoying yet couldn't help but pay attention to. On their way back, he pondered over Christopher's comment and thought that perhaps if someone in the Jones family had cared about her, she might not be dumb. But the organ disease had derailed her life,he left. In the first match, Rose won easily. Upon leaving him curious yet clueless about her inner world. As they approached the community, he changed his mind and drove to the chess institute instead. The gatekeeper recognized him as Rose's friend and let him in.the match, she saw Shinan. He parked his carstood in front of her apartment feeling regretful; he hadn't prepared what to say to the little mute and didn't want to bring up old grudges. However, he felt heavy-hearted and thought he had to say something to make himself feel better. Whenever he thought about how he wasn't fond of the little mute, malice surged up inthe floor-to-ceiling glass window with his hands behind his back. When Rose came over, he turned back as if he was waiting for her. Rose nodded and greeted him. He sent her a text message asking if she wassquinted at the chess academy. He never bulliled the weak, let alone girls, but with her, he felt an uncontrollable malice that grew with her attempts to hide. He saw that her window was still lit after waitingher for ten minutes witha while. "Long time no reply and decided to go upstairs. Thankfully, the elevator was empty, but he rang the doorbell several times before she answered, looking paler than usual as if she had seen him through the peephole.see." She opened the door just a crack, peering at him with lowered brows and looking at her feet. Joseph knew she didn't want to see him, but his guilt prevailed, and he tried to touch her head only to have her recoil and slam the door shut. He put his foot at the doorframe, causing her to retreat like a rabbit back into the corner of the wall. With a cold voice, he said, "You are just here. Where else can you run?" She looked at him with panic and vigilance. Joseph now realized that she mistook him as someone here to avenge Isabella and wanting to beat her up. He lamented how much he lacked patience with her since they were children and wondered if he ever did anything to harm her. He felt a need to break her head open and see what was inside. "Why are you running? I won't hit you!" Joseph felt defeated by Rose's presence. "William told me about your injury. I knew Isabella did it, so I came to see you," he said. Rose was taken aback and looked confused. Joseph was equally perplexed. "Can you give me a glass of water? I've been waiting at the door for a long time, but you didn't come to open it," he requested. Rose furrowed her eyebrows. She remembered biting Isabella hard, but she couldn't risk not answering the door when Joseph came. If he foundtook out she had bitten someone, he would report it to her brother and disappoint him. She would rather be beaten by Joseph than let her brother down. Relieved to find he wasn't blaming her, she fetched mineral water from the fridge. Joseph took the glass but didn't drink it. He played with the glass in his hand as he looked up at Rose, who was standing in front of him, twisting the hem of her clothes nervously. Joseph tried to suppress his malice towards Rose and offered, "Stop standing and sit down." His tone suddenly became amicable, but Rose felt uneasy and sat as far away from him as possible. Joseph struggled to control the overwhelming malice and asked, "Does it still hurt?" Rose stared at him as if he were a ghost and shook her head. Joseph knew it was pointless to inquire further and felt a bitter taste in his mouth as he gazed at Rose, who also had nothing to say. The silence in the room made Rose even more nervous, and she watched as Joseph got up to leave. As she looked down, she scanned her passport and ID on the tea table. She had changed the address on her ID card to that of the Chess Institute.her phone and wrote, "Are you going out to compete?" Joseph asked.doing well?" He was startled and laughed. "You've changed a lot." Rose touched her face and he shrugged. "You're braver than before. In the past, you would only hide behind Louis and couldn't even speak a complete sentence." Shinan's words didn't sound too friendly. He didn't like his brother, and so he didn't like her much either. "You're representing China, right? I heard that you played well, but your brother isn't as good as before," he said. This made Rose a bit angry. She bit her lip and nodded. He recalled the sensationtyped on her phone, "No, my brother is very good." Upon hearing this, Rose grew angry and quickly typed a retort on her phone: "No, my brother is skilled." It seemed like he already knew that Rose was an avid fan of her soft and cold hand from the night beforeLouis, so he didn't challenge her statement. "I have to go now," he said casually, turning and slipping his hands into his pockets. "We'll likely see each other at the competition. Don't forget to cheer for your team." That evening, the dean shared good news- all seven Chess Institute players had advanced to the top 16 in round one. Charles won by a hair, and the dean was impressed, praising him for having potential. The next day, Rose and Charles made it to the top eight, while the rest of the players were eliminated. With only two players left, the pressure on the dean to win was mounting. Rose easily won two games and felt confident she would win the championship. Soon, in the next day's game, Charles faced off against Matthew Shinobu in the semi-finals and lost. Rose advanced to the finals, where she would play against Matthew Shinan. During a meeting with their coach, Christopher was remorseful, admitting that they had underestimated Matthew. "We thought he was a newcomer, but he's actually a hidden master," he said. "He studied under Kimura-sensei," Rose commented. Christopher nodded, acknowledging why he was good. The following morning, Rose arrived early for the final and saw Matthew already seated. As they nodded at each other, he suddenly spoke up. "I never understood why the Kimura family trained you and sent you back to China. They essentially trained their competition for their own country. Now, I get it." Rose was always a loyal supporter of her family, so Matthew's words infuriated her. "You cannot speak about them that way!" she snapped back, though she knew she had left her phone behind and no one else could hear what she said. They only saw her blushing with anger. Matthew seemed to read her mind and spoke calmly, "Listen, don't get upset. It's not too late. Your brother and teacher aren't fools. They trained you because your family paid them a significant sum of money. However, they didn't dwell on it. "Where to?" he inquired. Eagerly, Rose whipped out her phone and typed 'Japan' to show him. He was caught off-guard and shrugged. "No wonder. I'm leaving." Rose was thrilled to hear that she would go to Japan but didn't understand what he meant by 'no wonder.' She followed him to the door, where he warned, "Youput in much effort into supporting you. Once you turned 18, they sent you back to China with little concern, leaving you feeling abandoned and alone. They find your constant pestering annoying. They even have to answer my call and return my message. If you don't, I'll come and find you." Rose turned pale and glanced back innocently. Her phone was still charging and turned off. Joseph didn't care about this and he didn't want to threaten her, but their relationship had reached a point where no threats seemed to work. With a heavy heart, he stepped out of her house. Asa hard time finding a girlfriend. You know, as soon as he stepped out, the door slammed shut behind him.you left, Louis found a girlfriend." Rose was grinding her teeth and shaking her head in disbelief. "No, you're lying. My brother isn't like that." The malice in Joseph's heart flared up once again.competition officials reminded them it was time to begin, and Matthew chuckled. "If that's what you want to believe, then think of it that way. But it doesn't matter. What's important is the match itself." He wanted nothing more than to rush back inside and beat her up! The street lamps outside illuminated the corner through the curtains, and a car started up downstairs. Rose peeked through the curtains and sighed in relief. It was the black SUV, leaving the Chess Institute. Looking at her half-packed luggage, Rose felt a wave of happiness wash over her. She was finally going to see her brother after half a year! How much time could she spend with him if she snapped her fingers? Going to the chess competition in Japan was not considered sneaking out, so Louis wouldn't be angry. She went to bed, filled with anticipation and joy. The next morning, before dawn, she laid out her chess equipment and began to play. The Japan tournament was the first world-class individual competition she would participate in, and she was determined to win. She knew that Louis wanted her to emerge triumphant. At nine in the morning, Lola, who was supposed to pick her up and take her to the airport, hadn't shown up yet. Rose called her and Lola answered frantically, "I'm already in the car. I'll be at the Chess Institute in 20 minutes." Rose couldn't help but smile. Lola was probably going tomade a gesture to begin, saying, "Let's get scolded by the dean again. She sent Lola a message, telling her to wait at the rendezvous point and not come upstairs. She would meet her there. As soon as she put the phone down, there was a knock on the door.started. Please show me your skills."