A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 164: Get Out, Lumian!

Chapter 164: Get Out, Lumian!

Everyone shivered in their seats.

Lestat, Lumian, and Liliana appeared even more confused. What had they done? They have no idea what is going on. Were they going to get punished for something they literally had no idea about?

Draven, on the other hand, did not seem to care. He was busy feeding Avelina to make sure that she was full.

At the sight of this, Old Master Lenort’s eyes twitched furiously, but he did not say a word. However, to show the level of his anger, he pushed some of the dishes to the floor, startling the maids in waiting and the guards.

Ryan furiously blinked his eyes, unable to bring himself to look his father in the eyes.

Draven, quite irritated by the mess, stood up from his chair. "Let’s go," he said to Avelina.

"Where do you think you are going?" Old Master Lenort questioned, enraged.

Draven shrugged, unbothered. "My quarter."

"Sit. Down!" Old Master Lenort emphasized his command. "I am not done talking, boy."

Draven raised his brow at him. He wanted to move, but he was stopped by Avelina, who grabbed his arm. He looked at her.

Avelina shook her head at him, indirectly asking him not to go and just sit. She knew that if Draven was to go, this old man would literally go insane, thus worsening the situation.

Draven appeared a bit dissatisfied, but he did sit down regardless.

Old Master Lenort took a deep breath. "Five...four...three...two...on—"

"I’ll speak, father." Ryan broke the silence.

Old Master Lenort shifted his attention to him. "Begin!"

"Um..." Ryan fidgeted with his hands. It was as though he was trying to cook up some lies in his mind.

Old Master Lenort frowned at him. "What?! Can you be quick with it?"

Ryan looked at him and nodded his head.

"Um, last night while you were out of business, we all fought."

"What?!" Lumian exclaimed. Fought? That never happened! What was Ryan talking about?

Ryan immediately looked at him and wrinkled his brow at him as though signaling him to go with it.

Even though he could not understand what the heck was going on, Lumian decided to play along. Who knew what sort of trouble his brother could be in, for him to resort to lying to their father?

Lestat was smart enough to play along, including his wife. Valentine, on the other hand, played along, but only because he was enjoying the drama and he wanted to see just where it led.

However, there was someone who didn’t think the same. Who did they think they were to drag him and his wife into their lies?

Draven frowned.

"What are you talking about?" he questioned Ryan.

Ryan glanced at him and crumpled his brows. "You idiot!" He mouthed his words, unable to speak out loud.

Draven tilted his head. "I do not know what you are talking about. I don’t remember a fight occurring. Do not use me to lie your way out ever again." He was beyond displeased even to the point that it showed in his tone.

His eyes were filled with disgust. He was not only repulsed but he was pissed off as well.

"My wife has yet to recover completely, father. I shall return to my quarters now." Draven slightly bowed to old master Lenort out of respect.

He grabbed Avelina’s hand and carefully lifted her into his arms before exiting the pavilion.

Old Master Lenort could only stare at his disappearing back. The others, including Valentine, had their jaws fallen in shock.

Just why...was he so blunt and straightforward? So what if they are not on good terms? Couldn’t he at least play along and end things peacefully

Ryan balled his hands into a tight fist. The hairs on his skin rose as he could feel his father’s death stare.

"So, you had the audacity to lie to me?" Old Master Lenort questioned. "You must not like yourself at all, Ryan."

"Get up!" he ordered

"Huh?" Ryan vigorously blinks his eyes. He was frightened. His father’s demeanor had changed, and the aura surrounding him reeked of anger.

Lumian, who could already tell what was going to happen, palmed his face, not sure what to do.

Old Master Lenort stepped out of his seat. He looked at Ryan. "Follow me."

Ryan trembled. No, he could not do that. He knew exactly what his father was going to do to him. He would punish him in the worst way possible.

Old Master Lenort heavily scowled at him. "Are you deaf? Is your tympanic membrane having problems?"

Ryan furiously shook his head.

"No, father."

"Then get your ass up from that chair, because if I come close to you, you—"

"Father." Lumian stood up from his seat. He walked over and went on his knees in front of him. "Please forgive him. I know that he has made a terrible mistake and that you do not like lies, but please have mercy on him. Do not punish him in the way that you desire to."

"Get out, Lumian. This has nothing to do with you!" Old Master Lenort glared at him. He walked past him to Ryan and gripped him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him to his feet.

"You think that you can now mock me, right, Ryan?" he questioned. "Even to the extent of dragging your siblings into it. Makes me wonder what you have done."

Ryan vigorously shook his head at him.

"N-no father! I would never dare to!"

Old Master Lenort chuckled, amused in rage. "I asked you all a question, and instead of telling me the truth, you lied to me because you think I am stupid. You are growing more wings behind your back, I see. I will gladly cut them off. Follow me!"

He began to drag Ryan along with him.

Natasha, on the other hand, covered her mouth, not wanting to cry out loud. She was glued to her chair, unable to move. Her mind was asking her to save Ryan, but her body was doing the opposite. It was not listening to her!

"Father, please forgive me!" Ryan pleaded, including Lumian, who was following after them.

Old Master Lenort came to a halt. He glanced at Lumian, glaring in displeasure.