A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 85: Mr Bennet Pons

Chapter 85: Mr Bennet Pons

Olive continued.

"If Don says it’s okay, then it is okay. And if Don says we should be at ease, we should be at ease. You and I both know that Don will be the last person to mislead us."

"He is the most careful man that we have ever met, so for him to not give that much fuck about Bennet Pons like you want him to, it means he is not up to it. Therefore, I say...relax."

"Everything will be fine. This is Don’s plan, and we all know what he is aiming for." With that being said, he gave Loui a pat on the shoulder and strolled off to his room.

"He is right." Lucien shrugged and stood up from her seat to leave.

The rest walked off, leaving only Pierre and Loui in the room.

"Are you starting to doubt Don, Loui?" Pierre asked.

Loui was immediately taken aback. "Doubt? Of-of course not! What the hell do you mean by that?"

"If you are not, then why are you acting this way?" Pierre further probed.

"I am just worried!" Loui said. "I am very apprehensive about Olive. I just don’t want us to lose a member. We are all like...a family, you know."

Pierre raised his brow at the statement. He approached Loui and patted his head. "We’ll be fine." Then he walked off.

A soft breath exited Loui’s nose, and he plopped down on the chair, a bit exhausted.

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The red curtains covering the tall windows fluttered rapidly in the cold dining room.

At a long, well-carved wooden table filled with different sorts of dishes, a man with a chilly expression sat. He was gobbling up each slice of food as though he had not touched food in a long while.

This man had deep-set, steely blue eyes that were intense and very capable of making anyone shudder at his gaze. The dark, salt-and-pepper stubble that lined his square jaw gave him a no-nonsense appearance.

With a head of thick, jet-black hair now showing subtle signs of greying at the temples, one could immediately tell that this man was at least hundreds of years old.

His attire was neat. A combination of a dark tailored suit buttoned up to the top of his neck, and a well-pressed trouser.

"Sir Bennet." A young man’s voice sounded.

This man, who was the famous Bennet Pons, did not spare a glance at the young man, who had neatly blonde, messy hair, and a pretty face, leaving him looking a bit feminine.

"Is there a problem, Aedion?" Mr. Bennet questioned.

Aedion shook his head. "No, but someone is here to see you."

Aedion’s manner of approach could easily tell one that he was Mr. Bennet Pon’s assistant.

Mr. Bennet finally lifted his eyes and looked at Aedion.

"A visitor?" he asked.

Aedion nodded. "Yes, Sir Bennet. It is your nephew, Nicolas."

"Nicolas?" Mr. Bennet was surprised. He hadn’t seen that boy in ages. What could be the reason for the sudden visit?

"Shall I let him in?" Aedion inquired.

Mr. Bennet nodded with a wave of his hand.

Aedion turned around and walked to the double door. He grabbed both handles and pulled the door open.

None other than the stalker, who turned out to be Nicolas, Mr. Bennet Pon’s nephew, came into view.

Nicolas looked a bit reluctant. He hadn’t seen the old man in ages due to personal reasons, and hopefully, they don’t start on the wrong foot.

He drew a deep breath and stepped inside to advance towards the table where Mr. Bennet sat.

Mr. Bennet intently stared at him as he approached him.

"Bonsoir, Uncle Bennet," Nicolas greeted.

Mr. Bennet held no expression. "Bonsoir Nicolas. What brings you here? It’s been ages since we last met."

Nicolas fidgeted with his hands, starting to get pretty nervous.

"Have a seat," Mr. Bennet said to him.

Nicolas sat down and took a deep breath. "I would like to apologize for not having visited you in the past few years."

Mr. Bennet offered him a bland smile. "None taken. What brings you here?"

"Uh..." Nicolas cleared his throat. "Well, you must have heard of the bombing, right?"

Mr. Bennet looked at him. "What bombing?"

"The bombing of one of the royal estates," Nicolas clarified.

"Oh..." Mr. Bennet did not look interested.

"What about it?"

Nicolas began to explain, "The royal family wants to find out who the culprit is. I recommended you to the first prince, and he wants to see you."

Mr. Bennet immediately ceased eating. He stared Nicolas straight in the eye for a few minutes before bursting into laughter.

"Should I feel privileged?"

"Huh?" Nicolas was confused. "I don’t understand."

"You idiot! I don’t care about the royal family! Even if they were here on their knees, begging, I would not work for them. I don’t like them, and you know that, Nicolas. What got into your head?" Mr. Bennet questioned. His tone did not sound pleased at all.

Nicolas vigorously blinked his eyes. This was not what he had expected from Mr. Bennet. He thought he would love to take on this case.

"But, uncle, I know that you have been looking for a case that will interest you recently," he said.

Mr. Bennet raised his brow at him. "Interest me? What is interesting about that case? It’s just an estate that got bombed."

"True, it is." Nicolas nodded. "But have you heard of who the suspect is?"

Mr. Bennet furrowed his brows. "Who?"

"The third prince, Draven Delgaard," Nicolas replied.

"What!?!" Mr. Bennet was surprised. "How is that possible? Are you sure about this?"

Nicolas gave a nod. His smile was widened, having expected that reaction from Mr. Bennet. "The first prince says he is very sure of it, and that is why he would love to give the job to a very good private investigator."

"You have always talked of the third prince and how you admired his intelligence and smartness. I believe this makes it interesting, does it not?"