Chapter 107: Is There A Problem?
Mr. Bennet let out a soft breath.
"There is, but I do not know if it will work."
"What do you an?" Old Master Lenort questioned. "What is this way?"
Mr. Bennet relaxed his hands behind his back and proceeded to clarify, "The only possible way right now is to get a statent out of the culprit. If the third prince is involved, then that’s it."
"But what if the culprit refuses to talk?" Ryan inquired. "What will we do?"
Mr. Bennet thought for a few seconds before shifting his attention to Old Master Lenort.
"Your Majesty, are you sure that you will not be able to make this culprit talk? I an, I think you have a way, no?"
Old master Lenort loured. He pinched between his brows and said, in response, "I do have ans. It’s very painful, but as long as it will give
the opportunity to finally do what I want to do, I do not mind."
"Alright then." Mr. Bennet grinned. "May I request the royal warrant? Without it, I cannot take the young man and bring him to you."
Old Master Lenort nodded. "Of course. The royal warrant will be sent to you."
"Thank you," Mr. Bennet said. He snapped his fingers at Aedion and left the room with him.
Ryan shifted his gaze to his father.
"Father, are you sure it will work?"
"Of course, it will. Why do you ask?" Old Master Lenort arched his brow at him.
Ryan averted his eyes and took a deep breath.
"I don’t know...It’s just that I feel that sothing may be off. For soone about to be caught, that bastard looks a bit too calm. It’s creepy."
Valentine, who sat by the side, was restraining himself from bursting into laughter. He shook his head, amused, and stood up from his chair.
All eyes were diverted to him.
"Where are you going?" Lumian questioned.
Valentine glanced at him with disdain in his eyes. "It’s none of your business, Lumian. Don’t question
like that ever again! I have no business with you."
He left the room, and the royal guards shut the door behind him.
"Bunch of idiots!" Valentine scoffed. "Mr. Bennet is a moron as well! I thought he was capable, but he stupidly walked straight into Draven’s plan without realizing it, tsk! Prominent investigator, my foot!"
He stord away, heavily disappointed.
....
Draven sat down on the one-man sofa.
His legs were crossed, and his fingers were continuously tapping his temple.
Avelina, who sat on the bed, was watching him. She was not sure if she should say anything, but she was worried.
"Draven...are you okay?" she finally asked.
Draven did not respond. He was so deep in thought that he hadn’t heard her.
This made Avelina worry even more. She pivoted closer to him and tapped his shoulder. "Draven."
Draven blinked his eyes and lifted his head to look at her.
"What is it?"
"Are you okay?" Avelina inquired. She could not help but be apprehensive.
Draven nodded at her. "I am. Why do you ask?"
"You seem to be in a daze," Avelina said.
Draven looked away from her and exhaled before responding, "Everything is fine. I was just thinking of sothing. Do not worry."
Avelina wanted to probe, but she knew that Draven would not talk. She may probably be pressing into a matter she should not ask about.
She nodded and lay down on the bed.
"Will everything be fine?" She was laid on her side, leaving her back to face Draven.
Draven glanced at her and nodded.
"Of course, why wouldn’t it? I carefully drew this plan, and there is nothing but a ten percent chance that sothing will go wrong. As I said before, that can only be possible if Valentine interferes, however, for Mr. Bennet, he can’t. He doesn’t really live up to his fa, in my opinion."
"Really?" Avelina turned to stare at him. "Loui spoke of him as though he did. He sounded afraid."
Draven nodded. "He did. I think they may have t when Loui was just a boy. He probably might have glimpsed a side of Mr. Bennet that had left him fearing him even in his adulthood."
"Possibly so," Avelin concurred.
Draven stood up from the sofa. He walked over to her, squatted down beside her, and gave her a gentle pat on the head.
"Get so sleep. Tomorrow will be very interesting."
Avelina peered at him before covering herself with the duvet to sleep.
Draven put his hands into the pocket of his pants and exited the room. He made his way over to the garden and proceeded to the white swing to sit down.
Slowly, he began to rock back and forth with his eyes fixed on the bustling town.
His phone suddenly rang. It was Loui.
[Don]
"Is there a problem?" Draven inquired.
[No. I just want to inform you that I have carried out the tasks. Everything is ready]
Draven glanced up at the dark sky.
"I see. Good. Now we wait," he said, hanging up the call.
He folded his arms, and his eyes abruptly narrowed. He had noticed a familiar presence in the garden with him.
"What are you doing here, Valentine?"
A chuckle from Valentine sounded.
"I can never hide from you, can I?" He walked out of the shadows and began to approach him at the swing.
Draven did not spare him a glance.
"Is there a reason why you are here?"
Valentine groaned in tiredness as he sat down on the swing beside him. He was smirking.
"There is not. It is not a sin to co and see my favorite big brother, or is it now?"
Draven finally looked at him with a raised brow. But he did not say a word.
Valentine frowned slightly. "Draven, I want to ask you a question."
"Go ahead," Draven said.
Valentine lifted his erald eyes to look at the sky. "Hhmm...do you dislike ?"
Draven was inwardly taken aback by the question. He crinkled his forehead and glanced at him.
"No, I do not. Why have you co to such an absurd conclusion?"
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