The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 233

No matter how much he refused to admit it, he knew she was telling the truth.

However, he smirked and said, "Even if you’re telling the truth, it doesn’t bother me.I couldn’t care less.You may not know this, but your father can't harm me in any way.Perhaps it’s because you’re too naive, but you should know that saving the world isn’t something we care about."

He raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Erin.He saw that she already had some results from her investigation, so he flicked his wrist and and let Samantha go.

She glared at him, her eyes filled with hatred.

However, it didn’t bother him He walked over to Erin and leaned against the table, his eyes focusing on the monitor.

"How is it? Do you have anything?"

Erin smiled and nodded.

"Yes, sir."

She turned the laptop to him and said, "The truth is shocking.I decided to delve into this from a different perspective and used whatever information we had to search for Samantha’s father, Michael Williams.

Indeed, he’s a wealthy man and even wealthier than we thought.

I also found that all his wealth comes from the same source, which is a rare mine.

The ore in the mine is indispensable when it comes to manufacturing engines and certain chips, and it’s irreplaceable.

of these items is slowly being monopolized, so this mine is important to the

isn’t

was stipulated that Samantha Williams would bring along 20 percent of the

what Darius

that’s something I didn’t expect.Your father’s not only great at amassing wealth but also at keeping secrets.When I think about

He scoffed.

fearful because she couldn’t refute

secret, but it was now out in the open because of

know what to

Darius was truly surprised.He didn’t expect there to be anyone who could hide this from the Reid family.He closed his eyes and exhaled, wondering whether anyone else knew

play in this? As he pondered this, the

been leaning against the wall, straightening

Darius vigilantly and asked, "Mr.Reid, what should we do now? The Gillette family’s here, and it

at his words and

of them, but they’re weaker than you

good that they’re here.We can deal with

what Wilson Gillette heard when he

infuriated him, and

brat.You’d better tell me

not saying

and he

about the questions he wanted to

me this— where’s my son? If you tell me what you know, I can pretend that none of this