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

thought, he soothed himself

even at a time like this. While I

again, perhaps you feel that all your assets and

Darius intentionally raised his tone like he

seat. He then shot onto his feet as though the chair was covered in needles. His sudden movements knocked the chair over, but it did not bother

anything wrong! I merely wanted to have some say in the

betrayed him as beads of

the stack of documents from the desk

and future ownership problems either. And, as you probably figured out, I'll align myself as the Gillette family's enemy-l'll ensure you guys won't have a chance to develop any of your

strolling out the main door. As he passed by Wilson, he exerted force through his arm, slamming the

on Wilson's head. Still, blood oozed from it, dripping down his face like he was in a horror movie. He did not

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

the spot,

went on until he noticed Darius’ faint figure nearing the main gates in the yard through the study's window. To make things worse, the

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