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."

overthinking this. There's no way someone can see through others

soothed himself

like this. While I know you genuinely intend to serve me, you have far too many thoughts

pants off and saying, " Then again, perhaps you feel that all your assets and wealth will have nothing to do with me if you were to die

end of that sentence, Darius intentionally raised his tone

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

I've done anything wrong! I merely wanted to have some say in

as beads of

from

Gillette Group, I won't acquire it anymore. I won't interfere with your company's debts and future ownership problems either. And, as you probably figured out, I'll

As he passed by Wilson, he exerted force through his arm, slamming the document

a surface wound 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

cared significantly about it. Thus, he felt Darius was pretending to leave as a

Darius opened the study's door to leave. Still, he remained rooted on the spot, thinking there was

the yard through the

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