Chapter 8.

Current.

It was simply horrible trying to imagine his marriage with perhaps some rich girl and his mother was the one who was flattering my mother's ears and telling her that she would like to be part of the family, if it wasn't that, he didn't understand why the eagerness to want to marry him.

He took out his mother's cloned phone; he had the exact formula to do it without her detecting it... he checked conversation by conversation, even the deleted messages, there was nothing strange, there were a lot of family photos, there were photos and videos of her and his dad that he didn't want to open because the image simply wouldn't leave his mind.

After that, although there was a list in the notes folder with a lot of names, the folder was titled: future granddaughter and there were completely strange names that he couldn't even understand, as there were also basic names, so he simply made a backup copy of that folder and saved it in the files.

Apart from that, on his computer, he would research each of those names. He didn't think they were just names for a girl, they could be names of women who could be candidates to marry him. 

That way it made more sense because the surnames weren't even Bardot, but quite the opposite, since they varied in their structure.

After that, he left a window open for the intervention of his mother's device, because from now on he would listen to even the smallest calls she made or received. 

He needed to know what were the clear and basic thoughts that were sneaking into her mind, so if she had a possible candidate for marriage he should be in contact with her in a friendly way.

He got back on the motorcycle and returned to the house. About 2 hours had passed when he entered…His father was waiting for him, sitting on the couch, looking at him with dull eyes. 

He then asked him why he had taken so long to arrive, when he had clearly told him that he had half an hour to do so. Caesar told him that he had stopped to smoke a few cigarettes near the house, but that it was nothing important, he had just gotten some air.

His father then asked him if the victims had said anything before they died, and then Caesar grabbed one of the small cameras he had in his clothes and showed him the video where one of them blindly confessed what he had seen and what he sensed.

Alain smiled and said: It's good that you haven't left a single stitch unknitted, if this confession had reached another person we would be in a real mess, so Caesar sat on the opposite side of the furniture with his legs open and his head resting on the pillows and said: I know dad, if it had reached third parties, the reputation of the Bardots would have been completely tarnished, so Alain stood up and approached his son, patted him on the chest and said: Good job my dear son…go and rest, you still have a shallow wound on your arm…

Afterwards, he simply disappeared through the halls of the mansion and Caesar stayed sitting in that armchair, thinking that those pats his father had given him felt like a little star they gave to children in preschool when they did something right…