The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 271

Chapter 271

“I’ll accept your condition as you're already being so generous,” Darius said while getting off the bench to stand. He shoved his hands in his pockets, turned, then headed for the Gillette family's villa.

"Since both our secretaries aren't here, only you are available to draft an agreement on our share transfer."

Wilson shut his eyes. Yet, a second later, he rushed up to Darius and entered his villa alongside the latter. A look of resignation shrouded his face like a dark cloud, but Wilson had to do so to survive.

After all, there was no telling if he could keep Remnard Estate; perhaps the estate's villa and every piece of furniture inside it would no longer be his if he disobeyed Darius.

There were many thoughts in Wilson's head, but he kept his face blank the entire time. When he entered the study, he found Darius sitting on the ergonomic chair behind the desk.

The latter even considerately turned the monitor and keyboard in Wilson's direction, ready to have the agreement drafted.

Wilson could not keep a collected expression. At that point, he finally realized everything he once owned was no longer his-they were now Darius

Even the study that was his an hour ago had now belonged to the latter. Thus, he entered the room and could only sit at the desk as a guest.

off an unprecedented heartache in Wilson. These emotions were so powerful that he could not disguise them. He took a deep exhale, raised both hands that were trembling, and willed

looked at the monitor screen,

calm as always. He casually reached out to grab

he slammed a

Darius would react with such anger, so the commotion jolted

he immediately looked

to ask Darius what had happened. Yet, when he noticed Darius’ furious expression, he chose to keep

his eyes and exhaled deeply. After composing himself, he parted his lips to

has practically overpowered the Gillette Group and is making the latter a

a trembling Wilson. Moments passed before he lowered his head and nodded. "I'm

inhale came from Darius, who did not expect the former to admit the truth candidly. He rammed his fist against the table, snarling with absolute certainty,

light, thinking, "Wilson withheld critical information even though he was desperately begging

He became as pale as chalk, sitting stiffer than

figured there was no point explaining if Darius did not want to listen, so he shot to his feet and

then leaned back into the ergonomic chair, crossing one

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