The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 213

The security personnel did not expect anyone to refute his statements.

It felt like his authority was being questioned, which he refused to accept. Thus, he bellowed at Kate, "You're not that great either! You knew Darius had bad blood with your father's girlfriend, yet you chose to side with Darius! You even wanted Darius to be your boyfriend!"

Kate's heart raced upon hearing that.

She felt her earlier actions were foolish and worried that Darius would get angry upon recalling how she behaved. She could tell Darius’ attitude toward her had improved since then, so she cautiously eyed him at that moment.

It was then that her eyes widened.

She had not given it much thought when she turned to look at Darius. Thus, she never expected him to be looking at her. On top of that, he showed no hatred or annoyance-he was gazing at her with admiration and pride.

"His eyes are stunning," she thought, "Darius is truly a handsome man."

Getting stared at by him caused Kate's cheeks to turn pink at the most unfitting time.

Fortunately, she soon snapped to her senses and composed herself, turning her attention toward the personnel.

"I can retrieve footage of your current actions from the plane's surveillance cameras later. All of this will get presented before the court, and I can assure you that you'll lose your jobs."

they feared the most, yet Kate was discussing it with such certainty, making it clear that

out his gun and aimed it

his face. He lost mobility simultaneously, unable to draw strength from his muscles. He eventually

he felt was his face warming up like a hot iron, and even opening his lips felt impossible. He tried to open his eyes but failed. There was nothing

her. Although Kate was terrified, she could not bring herself to

the only one who could help her father. There was no guarantee that Darius’ subordinates would not blame

for

the lead personnel lying on the ground, his face pallid while

his feet and stumbled toward the other personnel, whose features stiffened

the latter did not know what the former wanted to do, he still

happened next startled him

opened his mouth to continually scream while stopping himself from grabbing the knife from his waistband. He cried, “F-Fleming, hurry! Get

stuttered so much that the second personnel, Fleming, could

every inch of

the knife and stabbed his own shoulder. The latter's screams snapped

gulped, released Gustav's hand,

he was on a plane, so he eventually backed into his seat. Fear then numbed his senses, rendering his limbs

what