The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Chapter 258

Darius could tell Erin was still nervous.

Even so, he no longer criticized her opinions nor spoke anymore.

All he did was drive in silence.

Stifled by the sudden tension, Bridget regretted riding shotgun just then.She complained in her heart,

"No wonder Edward refused to join us!"

Pin-drop silence filled the car.

Such a void was something Bridget had never experienced before, so it suffocated her. She opened

her mouth but then kept quiet out of fear, giving up after failing to speak a few times.

Not wanting to focus on the awkwardness any longer, Bridget decided it was better to look through the

map on her phone instead.

That way, she could concentrate on ensuring Darius' safety.

When she scanned every last detail on the map, she felt the car slow down.

Numerous expensive cars had parked in the space ahead.

Yet, none cost nearly as much as the car Darius drove.

Thus, when he arrived at the road before Remnard Estate, everyone halted in their tracks, eyes glued

onto his pricey vehicle.

Envy and interest lingered in everyone's gazes, but Darius did not care about the attention he received.

He honked at the car in front, prompting whoever was in it to hurry up.

What happened next shocked Bridget and Erin; they watched as the driver ahead drove closer to the

roadside, clearing a path on the previously blocked road.

Darius knew the car was making way for him, so he arrogantly floored the gas pedal, driving down the

road ahead at full speed. Next to him, Bridget's mouth had rounded into an "O" shape.

It stayed that way for the longest time before she eventually turned her attention to Darius.

"I can't believe that happened, Mr.Reid. I've never witnessed such a thing in all the years I've served by

your side.Almiron City has continued to shock me, as I've never encountered a place with social rules

like theirs. In fact, I've never considered the possibility of such rules."

Simultaneously, Erin, who was in awe, nodded to the former's words. She chimed in, "Mr.Reid, I didn't

think such bizarre social customs could occur in real life. Don't the authorities or city officials usually

handle these situations?"

Her brows scrunched together with growing curiosity.

While asking that, she opened her laptop and typed across the keyboard at lightning speed, eager to

learn why the city operated that way.

Darius only focused on driving and did not answer the women's questions.

The only time he spoke was when he calmly pointed out, "Look at the cars on both sides of the road;

the further down we travel, the pricier these vehicles seem. There are a few-not more than three-things

out of place so far, and they've occurred in the more than 100 cars we just drove past. Perhaps some

attendees from wealthy families arrived here in less expensive vehicles on short notice.Alternatively,

those people might be young heirs and haven't inherited their family's wealth or companies. Therefore,

they're unable to afford higher-end cars."

Bridget and Erin dropped whatever they were doing at once.

They then examined the scenery outside their car for some minutes before nodding sternly.

Darius had spoken the truth; the women had no reason to refute his explanation of the varying levels of

luxury cars outside.

As Darius parked the car, the entire estate's yard fell silent.

That 'I was because it was a rare sight for another person, apart from the Gillette family members, to

drive such an expensive car.

Everyone stiffened like statues, fixating on the vehicle as Darius stepped out with Bridget and Erin in

tow.

The three appeared before the audience, standing in a triangular formation with Darius taking the lead.

He strolled toward the security guard, where a table and an attractive hostess stood.

Darius stood silently, both hands folding behind his back while his gaze fixed on the document on the

table ahead.

That alone made the security guard nervous. He gulped, then looked at Darius to ask, "Is there

anything I can help you with, sir?" Darius nodded, tapping on the document.

"This must be where guests register their attendance, isn't it? You'll just have to write my information on

it."

The security guard gnawed on his lower lip and replied, "Sir, I'd love to help you with that, but I'm sorry

to say I have to see your invitation first.I can't let you in without proof that you've gotten invited to this

event. It's the rules, so I'm sure a wealthy man like you will understand."

Darius had both hands in his pockets.

After raising a brow¥ sardonically, he placed his palm against the table and leaned closer.

"I forgot to bring it. However, I'm sure you'll allow me in once I mention my name."

Hesitance flashed on the security guard's face.

Yet, he noticed the lavish clothing on Darius, then saw the latter's upscale car. He then shut his eyes

and gritted his teeth, batting internally, before nodding.

" Suppose I can break the rules for you. Please tell me your name then."

"Darius Reid," said Darius with both hands behind his back again.

He raised his chin, giving off an air of elegance and pride.

The security guard nodded, sat down, and held the pen to write Darius' name.

That was when the hostess near him voiced her doubts.

"I don't recall seeing your name on the list of guests we invited, though." Brows knitted tautly, Darius

turned to look at her. He did not account for this to happen.

Darius was prepared to deal with things should the security guard stop him.

However, he never imagined he would receive a phony invite.

Thus, he folded his arms behind him, stared at the hostess, and asked, "Is that so? Well, how can you

prove what you're saying is true?"

The hostess' lips curved into a polite smile at Darius just then.

At the same time, a hint of malice flickered in her eyes.