A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 402: Will You Leave My Wife Alone?

Chapter 402: Will You Leave My Wife Alone?

Just as Loui had predicted, Draven did go to visit them the next day in the evening. Currently, in the living room at the table, he was seated with them, discussing the plan with them.

Loui suddenly stood up. "Give me a second, Don."

Draven didn’t really say anything, but simply nodded and continued with his conversation with the others. Loui left the table for the fridge.

He pulled out a drink, and glanced to his left, to his right, and behind him. He grabbed the poison that Old Master Lenort had given him and mixed it with the drink he’d taken.

A deep breath fled his nose, his mood gloomy. Really, he doesn’t want to do this, but what other choice did he have?

Loui returned to the table with two drinks in his hands, one for himself and one for Draven. At the sight of this, Olive glared at him.

"You could have told me you were going to the fridge. I wanted something to drink too." He groaned, throwing his head back.

Loui rolled his eyes at him and handed one of the drinks over to Draven. "I’m not your servant Olive." He laughed.

Draven received the drink from him, completely not suspecting or thinking anything of it. This was a normal thing, so why would he?

The conversation continued and amidst it, he popped open the cap and gulped down a mouthful to quench his thirst. He furrowed his brows, feeling a bit like something was off about the drink. But utterly not suspecting even a thing, he shrugged it off.

Never in his life would he think any one of them would betray him like that...killing him. No. He’d been with them for years, they possibly couldn’t. They’d even risked their life for him, it was impossible.

"Don, will this work?" Pierre asked.

Draveen gave a nod. "Definitely. The main priority is to keep my wife safe. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine."

A soft breath fled Pierre’s nose. "I didn’t think things would go downhill this fast."

The others nodded, agreeing with him.

Draven exhaled through his nose and stood up from the chair.

"When this is all over, you guys can be free, okay? You won’t need to work for me anymore and neither will you owe me anymore." For the first time since knowing them, he smiled at them. Though it wasn’t a full smile, it was genuine.

This caused surprise to flash in their eyes, their Jawas slightly falling. "Don..." they mumbled in unison, perplexed.

The most shocked was Loui, who suddenly began to fidget with his hands.

Draven turned around and began to exit the building. Loui quickly stood up from the chair and reached out his hand, as though wanting to call him back. Guilt was written all over his face, very well aware of what would occur in the next hour.

He’d called Ryan, letting him know he would carry out the task, therefore they would definitely be waiting for Draven back home.

"Um...dude, are you okay?" Olive noticed that something was off with his attitude.

"Yeah, you good?" Pierre raised a brow at him.

Loui blinked his eyes. He didn’t say a word, but turned around and left the living room, his back hunched sadly. He had to call Ryan and inform him that the task had been carried out successfully.

It was only a few long minutes and the poison would kick into full effect.

"I’m...sorry..." he mumbled to himself, shutting the door of his room.

....

Draven, who had arrived back at the royal mansion, parked the car. He got out and began to proceed through the general foyer, but as if a wave of dizziness had washed over him, he staggered a bit, grabbing his head.

"Hmm...I feel really weird..." he muttered and walked further down the general foyer to enter the vast living room.

But he however came to a halt at the sight of Old Master Lenort who stood bemused Ryan. In Fact, every present member of the family was around, including the wives.

Valentine glanced at him, his brows furrowing. What was going on? Old Master Lenort had randomly called each and every one of them to the living room, saying there was something important he needed to speak to them about.

Was he waiting for Draven to be present too? Well, that is a surprise.

Draven, not exactly liking the atmosphere, walked past them to proceed to his quarter.

"Don’t move another step!" Old master commanded.

Draven came to a halt. He glanced over to him. "What? Why?"

"Bring her out," Old Master Lenort ordered, a wide grin evident on his face.

From the foyer that leads to his royal quarter, two guards walked out with Avelina, a knife to her throat. Avelina’s chest was rising and falling in fear, her lashes flickering vigorously.

Draven’s eyes grew wide and he quickly left at lightning speed, however, Old Mast Lenort snapped his fingers, stopping time.

"Move another inch, Draven, and I will slit her throat. I’ll kill her right in front of you." He threatened, his eyes burning with all seriousness.

’What is the meaning of this?" Draven asked. "Why are you doing this?"

Old Master Lenort snapped his fingers, restoring the flow of time once again.

"Sister-in-law!" Valentine exclaimed.

Old Master Lenort shrugged. "If you willingly die, I’ll spare her. It’s as simple as that."

"You cannot lead, I won’t allow that."

Draven frowned at him. "I am not interested! I don’t want to—"

"Yes, you don’t, but as long as you are alive, the throne will not choose another heir. So you need to die." Old master pulled out a knife from his pocket and walked closer to him. "Here, take it."

"This is a holy water-induced knife. It took me a long while to get my hands on it. Kill yourself worth it," he ordered.

Draven lowered his head to the knife and lifted his eyes to glance at Old Master Lenort. "Will you leave my wife alone, if I do so?"