The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Chapter 263

A lighthearted chuckle came from Darius, who shook his head and said, "Don't worry. The person that's

about to show up is Edward."

Only then did Bridget let out a relieved sigh and return her hands to her sides.

However, her brows soon twisted together as she asked, "Why did he get here so late? He drove

behind our car, yet we've been standing here for some time, and he still hasn't shown up."

Darius shook his head before explaining with a smile, "I'm sure it's because he couldn't get a parking

near the entrance like us since he's driving the damaged Bugatti from earlier."

Bridget raised her head slightly, then scrunched her nose and flashed a thin smile out of

embarrassment.

"Apologies, Mr. Reid.I never thought he would get stopped from entering because of that."

Finding the topic uninteresting, Darius did not voice his opinions on the matter anymore. He was,

instead, looking forward to the person that would soon come out of the villa.

That was when the person stayed at the front door without speaking or doing anything.

Even so, Darius did not care; he knew the other party would be the first to give in.

After all, the loser of today was the Gillette family, whose mortifying secret had gotten revealed to the

guests.

Darius eventually dropped the thought as Edward arrived.

The latter glistened with joy, or rather, it was because a thick layer of sweat coated his face. His sweaty

appearance indicated he had walked a long way to get here.

Both Bridget and Darius felt bad that Edward had gone through so much.

The former then looked at Edward and asked, "Why do you seem so happy? Did something happen?"

Edward pursed his lips while looking at Bridget, which gave the latter a sense of foreboding.

She immediately regretted asking that question, but Edward had already merrily answered, "You're

famous, Bridget -everyone here knows you.

In fact, the other bodyguards around became alert when you arrived.

They informed their masters that you're a threatening person and urged their masters to leave at once."

His shoulders kept rising and falling as he guffawed.

Even his eyes lit up as he boasted, "Hah! I haven't seen anyone react with this much fear in many

years! What amazes me more is all the bodyguards here know you, and they're as scared of you as the

other bodyguards -in-training under the Reid family."

At that point, Darius' breathing quickened, and his eyes narrowed.

"Even if the two of you have much to chat about," he snapped, "I don't think now is the appropriate time

to do so. We're free to chat as you please at the hotel after we settle what we came here to do."

An intense but inexplicable emotion radiated from his gaze as it swept past Bridget and Edward.

That ignited a change in the two at once; they hurriedly took a step in opposite directions, creating a

larger space between them. Darius kept silent after that, only glancing at the two briefly before turning

the other way.

All the guests, staff, and onlookers witnessed that entire exchange.

Nonetheless, panic soon filled their faces when they felt the many security guards' breathing quicken.

Everyone immediately looked at the guards, who had the same expression as Bridget earlier; they

wanted to speak like Bridget hoped to explain herself to Darius.

However, she refrained from doing so as it was not the right time, especially since Darius was now

looking at the villa.

Thus, her features grew taut as she placed her hands behind her back, staring strictly at the villa's front

door.

She felt whoever was coming out from there was unlikely a friend.

Yet, there was no activity from the door for a long while.

Darius placed both hands in his pockets, tilting his head slightly as he proclaimed, "Wilson Gillette,

you've been standing there for a while. If you don't come out now, I'll assume you're in danger and

shoot the door down to enter the villa. That said, I can't promise my marksmanship will be accurate, as

I'm worried about your safety and might miss my shot."

Only then did the door open to reveal Wilson.

Although he seemed unbothered by the events, one could see the rage that consumed him from his

narrowed and reddened eyes.

Like Darius, his hands were in his pockets while he spoke.

"You don't have an invite, so you're not allowed to enter. Please depart the premises at once, or else I

might not hold back from taking action against you."

"What you're saying is hilarious."

Darius' smile broadened.

"Also, I never imagined the Gillette family to entertain such nonsense. I've always believed anyone who

can start a massive and powerful family should have unyielding resolve like me."

That was when he pulled out his gun, aiming at the villa's second floor before pulling the trigger.

Immediately after, a person with a gun fell out the second-floor window, smashing the glass along the

way,

Darius placed his gun back in the holster around his waist and met Wilson's gaze, declaring, "Your

motives got revealed too early, and it's all thanks to that brilliant, newly adopted son of yours. His words

gave me a heads up on what you've been planning."

Wilson grew pale.

It was not because Darius had figured out his plan but because the latter had subtly made so many

movements that slipped his notice.

Wilson did not even realize Darius took out a gun, aimed, and shot someone until the latter put the gun

away. That alone indicated Darius had remarkable martial arts skills.

"I don't recall any bad blood between us,"

Wilson calmly said, "As for the so-called plan of mine, the person you shot was a bodyguard tasked

with patrolling the event. The second floor is the best position for him to do so, as any dangerous

accidents won't be able to escape his notice.

It seems you've misunderstood me entirely, but I can clarify and soothe any qualms you have toward

me.

He kept an untroubled composure, and even his tone sounded neutral, as though he were speaking the

truth. That was when Darius shrugg