A Game Of Chess With Chapter 58: I Want To Kill Someone!

Chapter 58: I Want To Kill Soone!

Draven shook his head.

"No, that is not it. I just don’t have an answer yet. I believe that by the ti I return later, I will have an answer. So I will tell you then. It’s a promise."

He grabbed his coat from the closet and wore it over the casual clothes he was wearing.

As Avelina got into the bed to lie down, she watched him slip his shoes on and begin to button his coat. She could not stop herself from wondering where he was going.

"Santino is guarding outside, so do not worry about anything, alright? He will watch over you and make sure no harm cos to you. Also, you can call

if you need to." Draven looked over his shoulder, offering her a barely perceptible smile.

"Okay." Avelina nodded and lay down on the bed, covering herself with the duvet.

Draven stuffed his car key into the pocket of his coat. He properly adjusted his glasses and exited the room.

Santino, who was waiting outside, moved to follow him, but Draven stopped him.

"You don’t need to follow . Stay here and look after her. No harm should co to her."

"But young master—"

"I don’t like repeating myself, Santino, you know that. Just do as I said and stop worrying about . I am not a kid anymore," Draven said, dissatisfied.

"It doesn’t matter, young master. It is my job to look after you. Your mother—"

Draven imdiately glared at him with deadly eyes, shutting him up. "Do not ntion my mother, Santino. Don’t overstep your boundaries!"

He began to storm away, leaving Santino to gaze at his disappearing back.

"Young master..." Santino’s voice was faint and cynical.

It was only earlier that he realized his young master was protecting him when he ordered him not to guard their door. If he had been there during the incident, he would have probably been murdered by the six masked n.

Please be careful, young master. He sighed deeply with tightened fists.

...

Boarding his car, Draven pulled out his phone and dialed Olive’s number. It rang for a few seconds, and the callee picked up.

[Hello, Don]

"Olive, inform Loui and the others to co to the estate. I will be there in less than fifteen minutes," he said, passing his order.

[Understood]

Draven hung up the phone. His eyes dangerously narrowed behind the glasses he wore, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. He drove off onto the wet road and took a turn.

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Olive began to button up as he walked down the stairs.

He strolled to the living room, where Loui sat with the others, playing tarot cards.

"Guys, Don needs us at the estate. He will be there in fifteen minutes," he announced.

Loui imdiately turned his head to look at him.

"Why? Did sothing happen?"

"I don’t know." Olive hurried to proceed out of the mansion.

Loui was curious. He looked at Lucien and stood up from the seat. He scurried after Olive, and the others followed suit.

They arrived outside, and Loui pulled the car key out of the pocket of his coat. He unlocked the black SUV, and everyone except Olive boarded the car with him.

Olive, on the other hand, strode towards an expensive black motorbike, a Suzuki Hayabusa, a.k.a. his baby, to be precise. With a swift motion, he swung his leg over the seat and donned his helt. He started the engine and pulled off through the entrance to catch up to Loui and the rest, who were already a bit ahead of him.

Eventually, he rode past the SUV at a dangerous speed.

"He is going to kill himself one day," Lucien, whose face was crumpled in disdain, comnted.

"HAHAHAHA!" Loui laughed and raised the speed of the car.

Eighteen to twenty minutes later...

They arrived at the estate, and Loui drove in to park the car in the courtyard. Olive followed in afterward.

He turned off the motorcycle, got down, and took his helt off.

"Don is already here," Pierre said, able to glimpse Draven’s car.

Loui nodded. "Mhm, we arrived a bit late."

They made their way into the luxurious mansion that stood tall in the center of the vast compound.

"I have a feeling that sothing happened," Lucien, who felt an unsettled feeling creeping up her skin, said to Prince, who was walking beside her.

Prince agreed, able to sense it as well. "Convenu."

They walked into the living room, and there at the eting table, Draven sat with his head thrown back and his eyes shut as though he were deep in thought.

Loui and the others glanced at each other with confusion before approaching the table.

"Bonsoir, Don," they greeted in unison.

But Draven did not respond. It was as though he had yet to realize they were there. Wait, did he even hear them? This led them to believe that sothing was definitely wrong. The boss they know would have noticed them even before they stepped into the building.

Everyone turned their gazes to Olive and Loui. They were the closest to Draven, so maybe they could approach him.

Loui imdiately frowned. "Olive should do it."

"ntion my na one more ti, and I will burst your balls." Olive’s countenance changed with displeasure. He looked at the others. "All of you are morons. Why don’t you go, Lucien?"

"Hey! Don’t you dare speak—"

"Have your seats!" The sudden sound of Draven’s voice had them startled.

They quickly swiveled and turned ghastly pale at the way Draven was peering at them.

"B-boss..." Loui stuttered.

"I said you should all sit down." This ti, Draven’s voice sounded less intimidating.

"Uh...y-yes-yes."

They quickly took their respective seats. Loui was seated on Draven’s left side, while Olive sat on his right side.

Sothing was wrong. Loui mustered the courage and deliberately asked, "Don, is ...everything okay?"

Draven’s countenance was upsetting, and he looked annoyed.

He directly replied, "No, everything is not okay."

"I want to kill soone," he added.