The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Chapter 148

The dinner invitation was to be held at IUV Xenon Hotels in two days time, so there was no rush for the

both of them to attend it.

Darius had to admit that Maxwell Finn had a shrewd look to things. The reason was that Darius had just

been discharged from the hospital, so it would be completely counterproductive to invite him to on the

day of his discharge.

His decision to invite them two days later was a thoughtful one, and even though Darius was heavily

biased against the Finn Conglomerate, this at least scored them some brownie points in preparation for

the upcoming dinner.

The two days passed quickly without any major events happening, and it was now the night for the

dinner.

Darius who was now in tip top shape put in more effort in his dressing than usual. Usually on occasions

like these, he would dress casually, but this time he wanted to strike an impression on Maxwell Finn, and

come out as overbearing.

No matter what trump card Maxwell Finn had that he thought he could use to escape vengeance from

the Reid Consortium, he needed to make sure that he was on the backseat on the negotiations from the

very start. As such, he was dressed in a black tuxedo that brought out his charm, with his hair neatly

styled. He still wore the wristwatch Bruce got for him, as the wristwatch had a sentimental value attached

to it.

When he was done dressing, he completely shed his image of a naïve son of a wealthy consortium, and

came off as a top head of the said consortium. There was this imperial aura surrounding him, and even

his grandfather was taken aback at the aura he gave.

Speaking of his grandfather, he was also dressed exquisitely and domineeringly in a black three piece

suit, a hat and an intricately designed cane. With a pair of round glasses to top it off, he completely

nailed the mafia head look.

Coupled with the fact that he had been the head of a financial group way longer than Darius was, his

aura was even more suffocating and overbearing.

Darius couldn‘t help but let out a helpless sigh at that. Maxwell Finn was definitely in for a long night.

“Let‘s go.” Darius grandfather said, and with that he walked past the hallway displayed with different

artistic exhibitions, with Darius following closely behind. This time around, rather than James Reid

favorite white Rolls–Royce, a stunning black Maybach was parked neatly, with Bruce waiting for their

arrival in the luxury car. Darius gave a small smile as acknowledgement to Bruce as he and his

grandfather got inside the vehicle, and Bruce returned Darius greetings with a smile of his own, before

driving out of the Reid Mansion; his destination IUV Xenon Hotels.

The ride to IUV Xenon Hotels, the only 10 star hotel owned by the Finn Conglomerate themselves was

pleasant and uneventful. Darius and his grandfather engaged in light

conversations along the way, ranging from how Darius‘ standalone company; West Atlantics Int‘l was

faring to how he was adapting to his responsibilities as the heir to the Reid Consortium.

Before the conversation between them could take a more serious tone, Bruce arrived at IUV Xenon

Hotels.

The hotel really lived up to its expectations as a 10 star hotel. This was expected, as it was one of the

forefront ventures the Finn conglomerate had paid a lot of attention to. Everything in the hotel was of the

best quality, so it was no wonder as to how it maintained its status as a 10 star hotel.

It was said to rake in a whooping sum of over 100 million dollars monthly in pure profits alone, which was

an annual profit of 1.2 billion dollars yearly. It was an astronomical sum, even for Darius. As they made

their way to the private room where the meeting would be held, both Darius and his grandfather were

impressed at the high level of management that had gone into managing the hotel. It wasn‘t everyday

they saw a hotel of this caliber. After walking more than three minutes, the two of them finally arrived at

the location for the dinner invitation. There was already an expensively dressed waiter waiting for their

appearance at the door, hence the moment he saw them, he bowed deeply and opened the door for

them, before guiding them to their seats.

The room they were having the dinner was spacious and lavishly designed, and it was obvious that

Maxwell Finn wanted to impress them before the dinner even started.

There was a table in the center of the room, and on the table were many exquisite and delectable looking

dishes Darius presumed to be made by a first class chef. However, the most eye catching thing on the

table wasn‘t the meal, but a man in his early fifties that was seated composedly beside the table. He had

black hair with some grey patches that was slicked back, and he was dressed in a brown three piece

suit, and a limited edition Rolex wristwatch adorned his wrist.

Like Darius and his grandfather, he had also decided to look his best. After all, this was a very important

meeting for him and the Finn conglomerate.

Of course, this man was none other than Michael Finn‘s father and the current head of the Finn

Conglomerate; Maxwell Finn.

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