A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 249: Your Friend?

Chapter 249: Your Friend?

Mrs. Annette deeply sighed. She smiled cynically at Olive and turned around, returning to the house.

Before Olive and Loui could leave, they could hear the faint, cold conversation between the mother and her eldest daughter.

"Mother, Father will kill you if he finds out you are still looking for Olga. He has told you to let it go. She’s probably dead somewhere out there. I mean, it’s been a year," the eldest daughter said.

Mrs. Annette refuted, "May the heavens forbid such!! Your sister is not dead, Lucy. Stop saying such horrid things."

"Urgh, who even cares?" The eldest daughter scoffed. "You really think that even if you find her, father will let her in that easily? After the abomination she committed? She nearly murdered Mr. Marcel. It was the talk of the whole town, which left us in shame for so many months. Gosh, stop dreaming so far, Mother! If anything, it is good that she is gone and we don’t have to see her face anymore. She causes us nothing but trouble!"

But Olive and Loui had already walked off, unable to hear the last few sentences in the mother-daughter conversation.

...

Loui looked at his watch as he boarded the taxi with Olive.

It was currently still eight p.m., meaning that if they arrived at Mr. Marcel’s address before ten p.m., they would be able to meet him. Hopefully, there won’t be any traffic. Humans tend to have a lot of that.

"Loui." Olive abruptly spoke.

Loui glanced at him. "What? Is something wrong?"

Olive took a moment before speaking. "Don’t you think something is wrong?"

"With...?" Loui arched his right brow.

"With Lady Avelina’s family?" Olive clarified. "I don’t know, but they give me this very uneasy, distressing feeling. Especially Mr. Hamilton. I feel like there is something wrong—something that we do not know."

Loui took a second to think. He gradually began to nod his head, agreeing with him.

"You’re right. I had such a feeling as well, but I thought perhaps it could be because of Mr. Hamilton’s weird behavior. It seemed as though he wanted to intimidate us or do so much more, and I could not figure out the reason why. Surely that is not how one treats their guest." He cackled.

"But yes, apart from that, I do understand where you are coming from. Something is definitely wrong. I can’t tell what it is, but I am sure."

Olive asked, "Should we find out?"

Loui quickly shook his head.

"Of course not! It is not part of our task. Investigating will only hinder us and pull us back. That is something we do not want, please. We can’t afford such delays."

He added, "We are returning tomorrow, so we mustn’t do anything that is not on the list."

Olive let out a soft sigh. He gave a nod but didn’t say anything.

The ride went on for a few more minutes, and they eventually arrived at their destination. Loui got off first, and Olive followed afterward.

He glanced at his watch. "Almost nine o’clock p.m. We must hurry."

Olive nodded at him, and they began to advance toward the house that Mr. Hamilton had written down in the paper. His eyes would constantly cross from the paper to each door they passed.

"I think that’s the one," he said.

Loui examined the green-colored door that he had pointed at. He reluctantly rang the doorbell and began to wait.

Shortly, the door was opened, and the figure that came into view belonged to a woman of Lady Avelina’s age. Maybe slightly older.

"Who are you?" the young lady questioned at the sight of them.

Loui smiled. He proceeded to introduce himself, "My name is Loui, and this is my friend Olive. We are here to see Mr. Marcel."

"My father?" The young lady glowered.

Loui gave a nod. "Yes, your father."

The young lady took a moment to think before rolling her eyes. "Well, you two will have to wait out here. I must speak to my father first and inform him of your unfamiliar presence."

"Oh...sure..." Loui’s expression did not look good.

Such a rude woman! was his first impression of her.

While they waited, Olive constantly tapped his fingers on his thighs. "Loui."

Loui looked over at him. "Yes?"

"Don’t forget to get a photo of him," Olive reminded.

Loui smirked. "Leave that to me. I wouldn’t forget such important details about this task. I’m not sure why Don wants information on this man, but it must be for a very good reason."

"Mhm, agreed." Olive exhaled deeply.

After about a minute of waiting, the young lady once again opened the door. "Come in," she said to them.

Loui offered her a charming smile and stepped into the house with Olive. They strolled straight to the living room and came to a stop at the sight of a man sitting very comfortably on his sofa.

He was fat, and his neck could not be glimpsed. A bit of his pot belly could be seen nearly bursting his tight buttoned-up shirt. His sweaty hair was slightly latching onto his pompous chin, and his huge arms rested on the armrest of the one-man sofa.

This couldn’t possibly be Mr. Marcel, right?

Olive and Loui looked at each other, seeming to be having the same thoughts. Quickly, without waiting, Loui took a photo of him, successfully capturing him.

The supposed Mr. Marcel blinked his eyes open and raised his pupils, glimpsing the both of them. "Are you two the ones here to see me?"

Olive nodded. "Yes..."

Mr. Marcel adjusted on the sofa to make himself much more comfortable.

"Why? I have never seen both of you before. Who are you?"

"My name is Olive," Olive introduced. "And this is my friend, Loui." He pointed at Loui, who immediately half-smiled. "We are here to see you because we believe that you might know a friend of ours."

Mr. Marcel arched his brow, confused. "Your friend?"