~~ At Benedict's Private Villa ~~
The butler exclaimed as he opened the door, "Old Master, you here?"
"Yes, I'm here. Tell me, where is Benedict? Something about that boy doesn't sit right with me," Quinton Auguste's voice carried the weight of authority. He stood tall and distinguished, with greying hair adding to the air of experience that surrounded him.
"What do you mean, Old Master? Young Master is outside, tending to some business," the butler explained, speaking with a hint of deference in his tone.
"No, I heard he didn't go to the office today. My brother informed me that he's been missing for two days. Did he really come back?" Quinton Auguste inquired.
"Yes, Old Master. Young Master was here yesterday. Young Miss Amaya came to deliver a birthday card for her son," the butler replied.
Quinton Auguste's expression softened as he asked, "Isn't Amaya's son's birthday approaching?"