A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 102: Find Me?

Chapter 102: Find Me?

In his study room, Mr. Bennet sat opposite Aedion with a photo in his hand.

"Who is this?" he asked, showing the photo to Aedion.

Aedion examined the photo and shook his head at him. "I do not know. Where did you get the photo from?"

"The DNA on that equipment, including the gloves, belongs to him," Mr. Bennet explained.

"Huh? How?" Aedion was a bit confused.

Mr. Bennet folded his arms. "I could not find any signs that the bazooka had been fired, but the DNA on it matched the one on the gloves. It would be insane if the bazooka was thoroughly cleaned before being dumped into that porthole, but I can very well say that those gloves were worn to use the bazooka."

"Hmmm...so this man is the suspect?" Aedion queried.

Mr. Bennet shook his head. "Not the suspect, but the culprit. Every piece of evidence points directly to him."

"I see." Aedion nodded, concurring.

"Oh, there is one more thing." Mr. Bennet grabbed the button from his pocket and showed it to Aedion.

Aedion arched his brow. "Hmm? What is that?"

"I found this button on the estate grounds. Have you ever seen anything like it before?" Mr. Bennet asked.

Aedion examined the button and shook his head. "No. It looks very sophisticated. I have never glimpsed such buttons in local shops, but I think I have seen them somewhere before."

"Exactly!" Mr. Bennet snapped his fingers. "That is because this button is only ever used in royal fabric stores. This is specially used to make clothing for the royals. All their designs are never seen anywhere else or on anyone else unless on them."

He shifted closer to Aedion.

"Look at the pattern of this button, it is carefully designed, and with no doubt, it is obvious that it is quite expensive, unlike a measly local button. Fine material, I must say. Not even the royal guards have this sort of button on their uniforms. Only the royals do."

"Now, this is where I am wondering why this man had this button. Where did he acquire it from?" Mr. Bennet stared at the photo. "The button holds his DNA as well."

"Hmmm... do you perhaps think he is somehow acquainted with any of the princes, the third prince in particular? I do know that the royals could sometimes gift clothing to a friend, or so. Many people do, so do you think that may be the case?" Aedion inquired, quite serious in thought.

"I guess we will have to find out." Mr. Bennet smirked. "We will go to the royal family around seven p.m."

Aedion nodded. "I think we are close to finding the culprit."

"No." Mr. Bennet shook his head. "We’ve already found the culprit." He began to laugh in a hearty manner.

Aedion could only stare at him.

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Olive parked his bike close to his favorite restaurant.

He stepped down and took his helmet off, hanging it on the handlebar afterward. With his hands stuffed into his pocket, he began to proceed toward the door of the restaurant.

He pushed the door open to enter, but at the sudden thought of something, he came to a stop.

Is he here? Olive poked his head in and peeked around.

Why do I have a feeling he might be in here? He was avoiding Valentine.

But he turned out to be wrong, as he could not glimpse a sign of Valentine anywhere in the restaurant. He heaved a deep sigh of relief and entered. He made his way to a vacant seat and sat down.

A waitress walked up to him with a face full of smiles. "What may I bring for you, Monsieur?"

"Confit du Canard and Boeuf Bourguignon," Olive replied. His legs were crossed, and he was dangling his feet, hinting at his pleasure.

The waitress gave a nod. "I will be right back, monsieur." She turned around and left.

While he waited for his order, Olive tapped his fingers on the table while glancing around. He took a deep breath, but as though he felt an electric shock coursing through his body, the hair on his skin rose.

That presence! He was there!

"Mr. Olive!" Someone grabbed his shoulder from behind him. This caused Olive to instantly go dormant. His instincts were right after all.

With his eyes blinking rapidly in annoyance, he slowly turned his head to meet Valentine’s emerald gaze.

Valentine widely smiled at him, showing off his thirty-two white teeth.

"We meet again," he said.

Olive did not know whether to cry or laugh. He had come there to have a peaceful dinner, but now that this chatterbox was there, it was not going to be serene anymore.

He took a deep breath and forcefully smiled at Valentine. "What are you doing here?"

"To eat, of course. It looks like we have the same taste." Valentine chuckled. "Aren’t you happy to see me?"

Olive arched his brow at him. "Why would I be happy to see you?"

"Because we are friends." Valentine shrugged. "Or... are we not?" His eyes were narrowed into thin lines.

Olive folded his arms. "No, we are not. You are not my friend."

"Yes, I am." Valentine frowned.

Olive was a bit stunned. He glowered and relaxed back in his seat.

"I do not consider someone who I have only just met, a friend. An acquaintance perhaps."

"Well, surely you wouldn’t shelter an acquaintance. You wouldn’t cook for him or give your clothes to him, or would you?" Valentine questioned with a smirk on his lips.

Olive responded, "Definitely not."

"See?" Valentine laughed. "We are friends."

"I have no idea what you are talking about," Olive said, glancing at the waitress who was heading towards him with his order.

Valentine dropped his arm on the table and propelled his cheek with his balled fist.

"I actually came to find you." He blew on the strands of his hair that fell over his face.

Olive glanced at him. "Find me? Why?"