The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 272

Although it hurt for Wilson to bow since Darius was still grabbing his hair, he still did it.

Darius’ brow quirked. It shocked him to see the former doing that, so he loosened his grip and clapped his palms together, dusting them.

He then pointed at the keyboard, stating, "Starting now, I want you to finish drawing up the share transfer agreement. However, in addition to the agreement, you'll hand over all assets, excluding cash, under your name to me.”

Wilson's eyes grew wide before he compliantly sat down. Yet, he did not touch the keyboard. Instead, he snapped icily, "You're truly something, Darius Reid! I may have lost today, but your current actions have crossed the line!"

He spoke in a controlled tone and seemed calm, as though he was not the one in danger. Yet, he was profusely sweating beneath his clothes. He knew if this continued for even a single minute, his sweat would seep into his clothes, revealing how anxious he secretly felt.

That would mean he had lost the battle entirely. Thus, he sat before the computer and tried his hardest to stare blankly at Darius.

Much to Wilson's surprise, Darius saw through his plans with just a simple glance. He soon realized the taunting smirk on Darius' face that got directed at him, giving him the chills.

At the same time, he thought, "I'm probably overthinking this. There's no way someone can see through others like they're glass."

There's no way someone can see through others like

he soothed himself

Darius spoke up. “I can't believe you're still shooting your shot at negotiating with me, even at a time like this. While I know you genuinely

that all your assets and

of that sentence, Darius intentionally raised his tone like

as though the chair was covered in needles. His sudden movements knocked the chair over, but it did not bother him;

don’t think I've done anything wrong! I merely wanted to have

his body betrayed him as beads of sweat formed

from the desk

ownership problems

door. As he passed by Wilson, he exerted force through his arm, slamming the document regarding the Dream Investment

on Wilson's head. Still, blood oozed from it, dripping down his face like he was in a horror movie. He did not pay any mind to the document by his feet. Instead, he held his wound without a shred of

anger toward the matter proved the latter cared significantly about it. Thus, he felt Darius

leave. Still, he remained rooted on the spot, thinking there was a high

through the study's window. To make things worse, the latter walked quickly as though he never

panic. He could not care less about his wound; his hands pressed against the desk to launch him