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.

that he could not disguise them. He took a deep exhale, raised both hands that were trembling,

entire process took about three minutes. Then, he looked at the monitor screen,

always. He casually reached out

his brows twisted into a deep frown while he slammed a specific sheet of paper

think Darius would react with such anger, so the

he immediately looked

his lips, wanting to ask Darius what had happened. Yet, when he noticed Darius’ furious expression, he

exhaled deeply. After composing himself, he parted his lips to say, "Did you know that

the Gillette Group and is making the latter a

head and nodded. "I'm aware. And without me, their plans wouldn't have gone so

did not expect the former to admit the truth candidly. He rammed his fist against the table,

into Wilson as he saw the latter in a new light, thinking, "Wilson withheld critical information even though he was desperately begging me to spare

how things seemed in the former’s eyes. He became as pale as chalk, sitting stiffer than before with both hands by

He figured there was no point explaining if

nodding Darius. He then leaned back into the

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255