The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Chapter 272

Although it hurt for Wilson to bow since Darius was still grabbing his hair, he still did it.

Darius’ brow quirked. It shocked him to see the former doing that, so he loosened his grip and clapped

his palms together, dusting them.

He then pointed at the keyboard, stating, "Starting now, I want you to finish drawing up the share

transfer agreement. However, in addition to the agreement, you'll hand over all assets, excluding cash,

under your name to me."

Wilson's eyes grew wide before he compliantly sat down. Yet, he did not touch the keyboard. Instead,

he snapped icily, 'You're truly something, Darius Reid! I may have lost today, but your current actions

have crossed the line!"

He spoke in a controlled tone and seemed calm, as though he was not the one in danger. Yet, he was

profusely sweating beneath his clothes. He knew if this continued for even a single minute, his sweat

would seep into his clothes, revealing how anxious he secretly felt.

That would mean he had lost the battle entirely. Thus, he sat before the computer and tried his hardest

to stare blankly at Darius.

Much to Wilson's surprise, Darius saw through his plans with just a simple glance. He soon realized the

taunting smirk on Darius' face that got directed at him, giving him the chills.

At the same time, he thought, "I'm probably overthinking this. There's no way someone can see

through others like they're glass."

With that thought, he soothed himself into thinking things were fine.

It was then that Darius spoke up. "I can't believe you're still shooting your shot at negotiating with me,

even at a time like this. While I know you genuinely intend to serve me, you have far too many thoughts

that you keep to yourself. I’m starting to get tired of you."

He sat opposite Wilson again before dusting his pants off and saying, " Then again, perhaps you feel

that all your assets and wealth will have nothing to do with me if you were to die today?"

Toward the end of that sentence, Darius intentionally raised his tone like he was angrily asking a

question.

Hearing that made Wilson wobble in his seat. He then shot onto his feet as though the chair was

covered in needles. His sudden movements knocked the chair over, but it did not bother him; Wilson

was fixating on Darius with steely determination.

"I don’t think I've done anything wrong! I merely wanted to have some say in the matter!"

Alas, his body betrayed him as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

"Fine then." Darius flung the stack of documents from the desk onto Wilson’s head. Then, he stoically

announced,

"Since you're so desperately in need of the rights to the Gillette Group, I won't acquire it anymore. I

won't interfere with your company's debts and future ownership problems either. And, as you probably

figured out, I’ll align myself as the Gillette family's enemy-l’ll ensure you guys won't have a chance to

develop any of your businesses."

With that, he began strolling out the main door. As he passed by Wilson, he exerted force through his

arm, slamming the document regarding the Dream Investment Group's plans onto Wilson's head.

That left a surface wound on Wilson's head. Still, blood oozed from it, dripping down his face like he

was in a horror movie. He did not pay any mind to the document by his feet. Instead, he held his wound

without a shred of fear in his heart;

Wilson knew Darius' anger toward the matter proved the latter cared significantly about it. Thus, he felt

Darius was pretending to leave as a negotiation technique to obtain more benefits.

Wilson’s confidence slightly lessened when Darius opened the study's door to leave. Still, he remained

rooted on the spot, thinking there was a high possibility that Darius would return. So, Wilson did not do

anything.

That went on until he noticed Darius’ faint figure nearing the main gates in the yard through the study's

window. To make things worse, the latter walked quickly as though he never intended to turn around.

Only then did Wilson panic. He could not care less about his wound; his hands pressed against the

desk to launch him ahead. Wilson felt such a rush of adrenaline and raced closer to the window the

next moment.

When he got there, he saw that Darius had already taken one step out of the main gate. Without

thinking twice, Wilson yelled at the top of his lungs," Mr. Reid! Please wait! I'll accept your conditions!"

What further baffled him was that Darius did not stop or spare him a glance.

At that point, Wilson knew he would lose his last shot at survival if he did not make Darius stay. While

Wilson pondered his next move, Darius’ hand was almost on the car door handle.

That was the breaking point for Wilson; he shut his eyes miserably but parted his lips to say, "Darius! In

addition to all the conditions you just raised, I'll also give you half of the cash I currently possess under

my name."

It felt like he was ripping his heart in two by uttering those words. However, his rigid breathing soon

eased as Darius stopped and turned around to face the villa. Wilson's clenched jaw finally loosened.

Sadly, his relief did not last long, as several military tanks arrived outside.

"A massive incident happened earlier with that tornado. It won't matter if media outlets don't report this

matter to the public-rumors have likely spread throughout the city by now. Thus, according to common

sense, no one would show up here now. Therefore, these tanks’ sudden arrival must be bad news!"

Wilson pondered.

His breathing grew heavy, knowing he could not take any more risks, given his compromised state. His

chest tightened with panic as he thought, "If Darius is unwilling to protect me now, I doubt I can survive

an attack from a cheap bicycle, much less a battle tank."

He stood there, his countenance growing paler by the second as he placed all his hopes on Darius.