The Consortium's Heir

The Consortium’s Heir  chapter 61

Chapter 61 With the issue of his personal assistant sorted out, Darius could finally rest easy. Now he wouldn’t have to worry about his workload. The only thing he needed to do was sign the important documents that needed his signature and leave the rest to Erin. His sleep that night was a peaceful one.

The next morning Darius woke up earlier than he usually did. His one week leave the university granted him for being the highest contributor at the charity gala was finally over, and he was resuming school today. 1

As he prepared for school, Darius wondered how his classmates would behave when they saw him now. He had checked the class main chat on his messaging app a few times so that he could be up to date with the happenings at school. During the few times he checked, he saw that they had mentioned him a lot of times.

The events at the charity gala had spread to the majority of the student body. Details of how Darius arrived in a very fancy sports car, outbid both Pearl and David and became the highest contributor in the charity gala had spread so much that there were now different and exaggerated rumors in tandem with the truth.

There were also several rumors about Darius himself. As someone who was known by the student body to be a very poor student, his sudden elevation to one of the richest students in the university was very shocking. In all honesty, it was quite unbelievable.

There were many speculations about how he suddenly became so rich. Some said that he had gotten a high paying job; after all he was quite brilliant, while others said that he had gotten a rich woman to sponsor him by offering her special services. This was also quite believable, as Darius was incredibly good looking and attractive.

There were also other bizarre rumors and speculations, but they were all off the mark. Despite the rumors and speculations, there was no changing the fact that Darius Reid was no longer a pauper. Darius took his shower and had his breakfast before exiting his apartment. On his way down to his private garage, he did not forget to send his grandfather a message, informing him that he had finally gotten an assistant to help him out. After confirming the message had been sent, he got into his Bugatti and drove off. The drive to the university was a quick one. After thirty minutes, he parked his car neatly at a parking space close to where his lectures were being held. It was not that he didn’t want to drive his car to the lecture hall. He just didn’t want to deal with the crowd that such a conspicuous car would gather at the moment. He was already running late for class, and he arriving in such a fancy car would inevitably cause a delay that might result in him missing the class.

lecture hall was only a two minute walk from the parking lot, so Darius was sure that he would

look at him. Darius looked completely different from his past self; therefore they couldn’t tell where they had seen him before. Darius noted their stares but paid them no heed. When he got to the lecture hall, the rowdy classroom instantly fell quiet. Unlike the onlookers Darius met on

were different, as

didn’t bother about it as he had long gotten used to receiving stares. When he was still a pauper, he had no friends among his classmates. They all avoided him because he was poor. Now that he was rich,

last a while. Soon enough, they would get over their shyness and start wanting to be his friend not because they liked him, but because of the

glances and focused on the lecture. As intriguing as Darius’ rise to wealth was, the lecture still took priority over him. Darius would not hand them

went. He was on his way to the parking lot when his phone abruptly rang. He checked the caller ID and saw that it was

sounded excitedly from the other end

Marcus!” Darius replied just as excitedly

man! I’m sure you’ve forgotten about us! You’ve been so busy heh? No more time for US. Is that it?” Marcus asked

about everything else. The only things that were on his mind were his work and getting a personal assistant, therefore he felt

course not. How could I