The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 5

was written all over his face. He had no idea who the caller was so how did he expect him to reveal his location just like that? What if he was a kidnapper who was looking to kidnap him? Darius suddenly laughed at himself. Kidnapper? As if. He was as poor as a church rat. Kidnappers usually did their research. They would never waste their time on someone as poor and miserable as him. He let out a sigh before deciding to give the caller his location. He had nothing to lose anyway. If the callers were really kidnappers then when they arrived he was sure that they would let him be. He didn’t have a single penny on him anyway. “Alright young master Reid. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Please don’t go anywhere.” The caller said before disconnecting the call. Darius looked at his phone before sighing. He was ruling out the idea of it being a kidnapper and actually being a prank. After all, what kind of kidnapper would call their victim ‘young master Reid?’ Darius closed his eyes and rested his head against the bench, enjoying the cool breeze blowing against his skin. He sighed again. It didn’t matter if it was a prank or not. When he got his mind back in the right direction again, he would leave the park and go back to his dorm. While he might be poor, he wasn’t homeless, and he certainly did not want to be mistaken as one. 40 minutes after the phone call, Darius heard the sound of car moving. He opened his eyes and his mouth dropped down in shock. It was expected, as he never expected to see something like this. A white and gold car came to a stop a few feet away from where Darius sat on the bench. Although Darius was poor, it didn’t mean he could not tell an expensive car from a glance. After all, he attended Kingston University, a top university that had a lot of rich kids attending it. The door opened and a man stepped down from the car. The man looked to be in his late 40s and was dressed very luxuriously. His white three piece suit had layers of expensive jewelry littered around it, and they sparkled in the night. His hair was black, but there were already traces of white in it. However, it was neatly styled. Darius looked at the man in confusion. He wondered what a big shot like him was doing here. Every step the man took screamed opulence and Darius found himself sweating profusely. What if this man was David Lesley father who had come to take revenge on his son’s behalf? It made sense if he thought about it like that. After all, no rich and wealthy man would like a peasant like him manhandling and beating their own sons. When the man came closer to Darius, Darius quickly knelt down and placed his head on the ground. “Forgive me Mr. Lesley! I was at fault. It was all my fault. Please forgive me.” Darius begged. If it were before he was taken to the police station, Darius would never have begged

him? Darius suddenly laughed at himself. Kidnapper? As if. He was as poor as a church rat. Kidnappers usually did their research. They would never waste their time on someone as poor and miserable as him. He let out a sigh before deciding to give the caller his location. He had nothing to lose anyway. If the callers were really kidnappers then when they arrived he was sure that they would let him be. He didn’t have a single penny on him anyway. “Alright young master Reid. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Please don’t go anywhere.” The caller said before disconnecting the call. Darius looked at his phone before sighing. He was ruling out the idea of it being a kidnapper and actually being a prank. After all, what kind of kidnapper would call their victim ‘young master Reid?’ Darius closed his eyes and rested his head against the bench, enjoying the cool breeze blowing against his skin. He sighed again. It didn’t matter if it was a prank or not. When he got his mind back in the right direction again, he would leave the park and go back to his dorm. While he might be poor, he wasn’t homeless, and he certainly did not want to be mistaken as one. 40 minutes after the phone call, Darius heard the sound of car moving. He opened his eyes and his mouth dropped down in shock. It was expected, as he never expected to see something like this. A white and gold car came to a stop a few feet away from where Darius sat on the bench. Although Darius was poor, it didn’t mean he could not tell an expensive car from a glance. After all, he attended Kingston University, a top university that had a lot of rich kids attending it. The door opened and a man stepped down from the car. The man looked to be in his late 40s and was dressed very luxuriously. His white three piece suit had layers of expensive jewelry littered around it, and they sparkled in the night. His hair was black, but there were already traces of white in it. However, it was neatly styled. Darius looked at the man in confusion. He wondered what a big shot like him was doing here. Every step the man took screamed opulence and Darius found himself sweating profusely. What if this