The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 271

“I’ll accept your condition as you're already being so generous,” Darius said while getting off the bench to stand. He shoved his hands in his pockets, turned, then headed for the Gillette family's villa.

"Since both our secretaries aren't here, only you are available to draft an agreement on our share transfer." C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

Wilson shut his eyes. Yet, a second later, he rushed up to Darius and entered his villa alongside the latter. A look of resignation shrouded his face like a dark cloud, but Wilson had to do so to survive.

After all, there was no telling if he could keep Remnard Estate; perhaps the estate's villa and every piece of furniture inside it would no longer be his if he disobeyed Darius.

There were many thoughts in Wilson's head, but he kept his face blank the entire time. When he entered the study, he found Darius sitting on the ergonomic chair behind the desk.

The latter even considerately turned the monitor and keyboard in Wilson's direction, ready to have the agreement drafted.

Wilson could not keep a collected expression. At that point, he finally realized everything he once owned was no longer his-they were now Darius

Even the study that was his an hour ago had now belonged to the latter. Thus, he entered the room and could only sit at the desk as a guest.

That set off an unprecedented heartache in Wilson. These emotions were so powerful that he could not disguise them. He took a deep exhale, raised both hands that were trembling, and willed himself to put them on the keyboard.

The entire process took about three minutes. Then, he looked at the monitor screen, not saying anything more as he typed up the agreement without stopping.

Opposite him, Darius remained calm as always. He casually reached out to grab and flip through some documents around.

Suddenly, his brows twisted into a deep frown while he slammed a specific sheet of paper onto the desk.

Never did Wilson think Darius would react with such anger, so the commotion jolted him, his hands jerking against many keys at once.

Fearful and unsettled, he immediately looked at Darius.

Wilson then pursed his lips, wanting to ask Darius what had happened. Yet, when he noticed Darius’ furious expression, he chose to keep quiet.

Darius closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. After composing himself, he parted his lips to say, "Did you know that the Dream

Investment Group has practically overpowered the Gillette Group and is making the latter a mere figurehead?"

"Y-Yes," replied a trembling Wilson. Moments passed before he lowered his head and nodded. "I'm aware. And without me, their plans wouldn't have gone so smoothly."

A sharp inhale came from Darius, who did not expect the former to admit the truth candidly. He rammed his fist against the table, snarling with absolute certainty, “Yet, you never intended to tell me about this before?"

His piercing gaze drilled into Wilson as he saw the latter in a new light, thinking, "Wilson withheld critical information even though he was desperately begging me to spare him."

Wilson realized how things seemed in the former’s eyes. He became as pale as chalk, sitting stiffer than before with both hands by his side.

"I-I can explain," he uttered with the utmost seriousness before falling silent and cautiously eying Darius. He figured there was no point explaining if Darius did not want to listen, so he shot to his feet and calmly waited.

"Go ahead. Try to explain it," said a nodding Darius. He then leaned back into the ergonomic chair, crossing one leg over the other.

Wilson felt an immense pressure radiating from Darius, which made him nervous again. He had never experienced such defeat before, so he was too busy thinking to raise the issue with Darius.

Now, he was alone with some useless bodyguards and had to face off against Darius. He did not even consider the Dream Investment Group, which tried to murder him earlier, as it was crystal clear he could not rely on them.

He mused, "Darius is a young man. Although he comes from a very influential family, he doesn't pose as much of a threat. He may be highly skilled in fighting, but it doesn't mean he's equally as intelligent. On the other hand, I've faced many of the Dream Investment Group's members, all of which are remarkable in terms of brains and brawn-"

That was when Wilson suddenly recalled in his mind, "I wasn’t terrified when those guys surrounded me, though. But now, standing before Darius, I feel a growing terror gnawing at my insides. It's been spreading, becoming more intense since we first confronted each other. I've never felt this way before."

His brows furrowed while confusion filled his gaze. Without giving it much thought, he caved into his curiosity and examined Darius.

Meanwhile, Darius did not know what Wilson was thinking, but the latter's gaze irritated him. So, he stood to grab a fistful of Wilson's hair.

"I believe I've continually been nice to you-kind, even-when our conflict today started. Yet, the way you're repaying me now is putting me in all sorts of bad moods. I’m pissed."

Darius then tapped Wilson's forehead twice with one finger. Although the former did not use much force, Wilson could feel himself lose the ability to stand.

His head tipped forward, and he bowed without much resistance.