A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 248: Olga?

Chapter 248: Olga?

Olive’s face crumbled. That was a low blow to him and Loui. Why was he being so mean?

He exhaled to calm himself down and quickly put a fresh new smile on his face.

"You are right. We are indeed here for a reason. But that reason is also to see you, so do not get us wrong," he said. "Anyways." He pulled out Avelina’s photo from the pocket of his coat.

He showed it to him. "We just wanted to inquire if you know this la—"

"Where did you get that photo from?" Mr. Hamilton questioned. "How do you know her?" He was becoming very agitated.

This caused Olive and Loui to become confused. They were stunned, unable to understand why he was getting aggressive and angry—they could see it in his gray eyes.

Olive frowned. "Um...nowhere exactly. We just happened to do so." He was definitely Avelina’s father. His reaction—surely not what they expected—did affirm their doubts.

"Is that so?" Mr. Hamilton raised his brow. "Who is she with?" His tone was calm, but there was this sense of threat and fury behind it. Loui was not sure, but he could feel it.

However, having thought about it, he could not understand why a father would ever be mad that someone knew his daughter. Was there a problem? Was there something they needed to find out? Somehow, he was starting to feel a bit uneasy.

"Um... Mr. Hamilton, is there a problem?" he probed. "We have no clue about the whereabouts of your daughter as of now. We just happened to know her."

Mr. Hamilton narrowed his eyes into a thin line. "Is that so?"

Loui nodded. "Yes. Is there a problem? Something that you would like us to know?" He was beginning to get suspicious.

"Of course not." For the first time since having met him, Mr. Hamilton smiled, his dimples deepening.

Olive glanced at Loui and continued, "Okay. So, um, we heard that she was married to someone, or perhaps was to be betrothed. You see, we just want to know the address of this man."

"What do you want with him?" Mr. Hamilton frowned.

"Huh?" Olive fluttered his eyes.

Mr. Hamilton folded his arms. "I asked, "What do you want from him?"

"Ah...nothing really." Loui shook his head. "He is just someone that we might happen to know, so we have been looking for his address to meet him. That is all." He was as sincere as possible, hoping to convince him.

Mr. Hamilton stared intently into his eyes as if wanting to glimpse any hint of lies, but Loui, who had been in these sorts of situations countless times, was able to keep his composure.

As a few seconds progressed, Mr. Hamilton finally averted his gaze.

"Annette!" He called his wife. "Get me a pen and paper."

Avelina’s mother, Mrs. Annette, did so as quickly as she could. She gave the pen and paper to him and turned around to leave, but at the sight of Avelina’s photo, which was on the table, she came to an abrupt halt.

"My..." She immediately reached her trembling hand to grab the photo, but Mr. Hamilton’s cold words had her halt.

"Leave!" Mr. Hamilton said to her. His words held a very chilly emotion to it.

Mrs. Annnette’s hazel eyes flickered rapidly, and she peeked at Olive, who was able to meet her gaze. He loured, able to tell that something was wrong.

Mrs. Annette swallowed hard and slowly turned around, leaving the area. As soon as she was gone, Mr. Hamilton picked up the paper and pen and began to write down the address.

"This is Marcel’s address." He gave the paper to Olive.

Olive received the paper and scrutinized the address. He lifted his eyes, smiling at Mr. Hamilton. "Thank you very much for this."

"Please, take your leave if you are done." Mr. Hamilton picked up his newspaper to continue from where he stopped.

Olive and Loui nodded. They got up, ready to leave.

"Tell Marcel that I asked for him. He is doing a good job avoiding me, but he won’t be able to do so for long." This was Mr. Hamilton’s words to them before they could leave.

Neither Olive nor Loui were sure what he meant by such a statement. Was he having trouble with the supposed Mr. Marcel? But they didn’t want to linger for too long, so they left the house and began to proceed to the road in order to flag down a taxi.

However, from nowhere came Mrs. Annette. "Wait! Gentlemen, please wait!" She arrived before them and took deep breaths to calm herself down.

Olive and Loui came to a stop. They turned, facing her.

"Is...everything alright, Mrs?" Loui asked.

Mrs. Annette raised her eyes to look at the both of them. She frantically nodded her head. "Yes, everything is alright. I just have a few questions that I would like to ask. if you do not mind."

Loui glanced at Olive and shook his head.

"No...we don’t."

A slight smile emerged on Mrs. Annette’s face. "T-the girl—the girl in the photo, do you two know her?"

"Huh?" Loui was a bit taken aback.

Mrs. Annette went ahead to explain. "The girl with r-red hair in the photo She’s my daughter. My Olga. You know her, don’t you?"

Olive blinked his eyes, bewildered. "Ol...ga? Who is Olga?" Lady Avelina’s name was not Olga, so who exactly could she be referring to? Could it possibly be that lady Avelina’s name, which she didn’t tell their Don, was "Olga?"

A look of disappointment washed over Mrs. Annette’s face. "You don’t...you don’t know her? You’ve not seen my daughter?" she queried.

"But...b-b-but that girl in the photo is my daughter. She went missing a year ago, and I’ve been searching for her ever since. I thought you might have seen her when I saw that photo on the ta—"

"MOTHER!!!" the eldest daughter abruptly shouted. Mrs. Annette looked behind her to see the eldest standing with her arms crossed and an annoyed expression on her face.

"Gosh! Father needs you inside!" She turned around, storming back into the house.