The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 134 [Anthony‘s café] The interior of the café was quiet and serene. It was a bit empty, as not many people loved to have their dates in a café, but one could still see a significant amount of people scattered across different tables laughing and discussing in low voices at a single glance.

Darius was alone in his table, and a cup of black coffee accompanied him on the table. As Darius was incredibly attractive, both males and females kept stealing glances at him, the men jealous and envious, while the females smitten. Some bold ladies even took pictures of him secretly. Darius of course noticed the stares he was getting, but he didn‘t bother about it. Compared to the situation that occurred with the freshmen female students when he arrived in his Bugatti earlier, the current situation wasn‘t worth mentioning at all. He took another sip from his cup of black coffee and let out a sigh. He glanced at the classy wristwatch strapped on his wrist and a frown crept unto his face. He had been waiting patiently at the café for the last thirty minutes, yet there was no sign of Alice. He had less than twenty minutes left before his first class of the session began, and as a model student who had to survive on his scholarship to remain in the university, he didn‘t want to miss the class.

Darius felt angry that Alice had not showed up after thirty minutes. She was the one who called him out of the blue, yet she was nowhere to be found even after waiting so long.

He fished out his phone from his pocket and dialed her number once more, but just like the ten previous times he dialed her number, it was unreachable.

Unable to keep waiting anymore, Darius paid for his cup of coffee, left a generous tip for the waiter, and exited the café.

He walked leisurely to his lecture hall, since it was not very far, and he still had fifteen minutes left. At the current pace he was walking at, he would surely be able to get to his lecture hall on time.

As he walked, an ominous feeling kept hovering over his head about Alice‘s inability to show up, but he couldn‘t place his fingers on what it was. Although he hadn‘t known Alice for long, from the few times he interacted with her, he knew she would never stand him up without informing him beforehand.

Moreover, she was the one who invited him out this time. It made absolutely no sense for her to not show up at this time. This detail made her shunning the coffee date up even stranger.

However, Darius wasn‘t a god, so there was no way he could tell what was wrong. Still, he didn‘t give up. He brought out his phone and opened the GPS tracker app he recently installed on his phone.

company of Reid consortium recently produced. It was an app that

very different, as it could pinpoint the exact location of the phone, while other apps would only

estimate of the location.

at the time it was produced. He had no idea that the app would be so useful now. He silently thanked the department that designed the app as he input Alice‘s phone number into the required box in the app. As expected, it

Yale city!

location of Alice‘s phone read

city was more than an hour distance from Kingston University, so why was Alice who offered to treat him to coffee at Anthony‘s café suddenly going to Yale

clearly on Darius‘ phone went blank out of the blue. Darius was surprised at the sudden blank screen, but chalked it up to a technical issue from the app. He then restarted the app and tried to locate Alice again, but this time he was

play, and the ominous feeling that had been hovering over

there was no evidence showing that Alice didn‘t go to Yale city on her own decision, Darius couldn‘t help but feel that there was a huge conspiracy about

he had to get to the end of this matter, or the outcome if he ignored it wouldn‘t be one he would be able to

call to the police. After all, what he had were just deductions, and a premonition. There was no solid evidence to support his claim. The police were more professional than him in that regards, and with the array of resources at their disposal, they would be able to uncover more

and as the sedan drove at high speed, she was greatly affected when the driver drove right past some potholes. The potholes made her

of the burly men, so she dared not voice her discomfort at how

still as a quiet lake as the sedan drove, and it was unknown how long the sedan drove for, but just when her butt was

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