The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Chapter 265

Confusion shrouded Wilson's face. He no longer needed to hide his emotions as he was now hell-bent

on killing Darius.

Thus, he did not conceal his desire to know what the latter meant.

Yet, he also knew he would not believe it even if Darius had told him the truth, so he turned to look at

his secretary.

The secretary was a gorgeous woman in a bodycon dress with a deep V-neckline.

Heels clicking, she approached Wilson's side and held a laptop with her manicured hands.

"Sir, I've just found out," she said in a voice as seductive as her appearance.

It felt intentional.

She pointed at Bridget while she continued, "Those bodyguards became nervous after this woman

appeared. She's a skilled bodyguard and could've easily taken down everyone earlier."

Wilson's jaw dropped wide open. He felt it was impossible, so he examined his secretary with a look of

suspicion. Seeing that made the secretary sway her hips as she stepped closer to Wilson, reaching out

to grab his hand. "Why are you looking at me like that, Mr.Gillette? Don't you believe me?" Her eyes

reddened, and she pouted at him.

Much to her surprise, not a single person at the scene paid her pitiful display any mind, except for

Wilson. Wilson remained emotionless but circled an arm around his secretary's shoulder, pulling her

into his embrace.

While doing that, his hateful gaze remained on Darius.

"I know you're someone with endless wealth, Darius. But your wealth doesn't matter here in Almiron

City. The people only know one affluent household, and that's the Gillette family!"

Shockingly, Darius did not seem bothered at all.

In fact, nothing changed about the latter's behavior, which only ticked Wilson off more.

The taste of bitter defeat and getting ignored became foreign to him after he shot to his wealthy status

ten years ago—until Darius appeared.

Boiling rage and a determination to kill Darius exuded from Wilson's eyes that no longer remained

stoic.

Wilson stood tall before snarling in a low, threatening tone, "Men, get a move on! I want him dead at

once!"

The men in black then aimed their weapons at Darius, firing simultaneously as a series of bullets

getting loaded filled the air. Bridget was quick to vanish from where she stood.

Apart from Darius, no one else at the scene could see where she had gone.

All the others knew was that one-third of their guns mysteriously disappeared from their hands, and

they had fallen on the ground within a breath's time.

Unlike them, Darius was an enlightened martial artist and could see Bridget's every action clearly, so

he moved even faster than her while Wilson and the others were deep in thought.

Thus, after Bridget had tackled one-third of the men in black, she suddenly stopped and realized the

others had also fallen to the ground.

Beside her was Darius, whose shirt and suit had become creased from the speedy fighting. Her

widened eyes swept past everyone around her just then.

Edward looked as baffled as she did.

He wanted to help out earlier but did not expect Darius, their young master, to beat him to it.

Left without a chance to participate, Edward gawped with his mouth wide open at Darius.

He knew Darius was highly proficient in martial arts but never imagined the latter would surpass him by

this much.

"Mr.Reid's fighting skills have grown significantly since we first met. The rate he's improving at is scary,"

Edward could not help himself from pondering, "If Mr.Reid never left the Reid family, I bet he would've

become a mighty figure by now. No one alive could ever defeat him in battle."

He stood beside Darius with certainty brimming in his eyes, thinking, "I previously saw Mr.Reid as

nothing more than a hardworking man with a wealthy background and insanely good luck. Hence, I

willingly served by his side to do his every bidding.I swore to serve only Darius as long as I remained in

the Darius family. But now? I can't help but have much more respect for him."

Realizing his newfound sentiments, he placed a hand on his chest as though renewing his pledge to

serve Darius.

Even his gaze intensified with profound seriousness.

Darius glanced at him briefly but soon shifted his attention toward Wilson as he strolled over to the

latter.

Only after hearing Darius' incoming footsteps did Wilson snap to his senses.

He had never seen nor believed anyone could do what Bridget and Darius had done till now.

Nevertheless, the entire ordeal happened before his eyes, so it did not matter whether Wilson believed

it. He then locked eyes with Darius but could not stop himself from stammering, "D-Don't come over

here!"

It took him a while to muster up the courage to break free from his frozen state and retreat backward.

Sadly, he continued to stumble back out of fear.

He tried to regain control over his legs, but they faltered. causing him to fall to the ground.

It was his first time being in such a humiliating situation, so his face grew pallid.

His eyes darted back and forth, scanning the place as he took deeper breaths.

The only saving grace at that moment was that no one was around to witness his fall.

Darius took in Wilson's every shift in reaction.

He stood with his back straightened, towering and looking down at the latter's face. "I'm sure you now

have much more patience for what I'm about to discuss with you."