The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 279

However, when he sensed the shift in Benji's emotions, he immediately turned back to look at Benji. Caught in the act, Benji stiffened. At the same time, he looked thoughtful.

The Anderson family was affluent, so he'd seen many martial arts experts. None of them had the sensitivity Darius possessed, however. Benji found it hard to believe that such a sharp person was poor.

In fact, if he could gain control of the Anderson family, he'd definitely want to take Darius under his wing, provided he had enough money to do so.

Darius was surprised by Benji’s pondering again, but it didn't take long for Benji to return to his senses.

Calypso looked furious. She clenched her fists tightly and swung them around, her voice like nails on a chalkboard as she screeched, "That's enough! You're such a disappointment! You're my brother, and I'm the only person in this world that shares your blood. Yet, you're protecting William's daughter even though he's already dead!"

said that. Then, Benji let out an agonized cry while Kate

at Darius, looking nervous and guilty. On the plane, she'd promised to listen to Darius. Now, however, she'd let the cat out

any sort of reaction to her words. He stood there, looking curious and excited. It was as if he was watching

her despite Benji's cry being louder than hers, but he didn't seem to

back to Calypso and saw that

paying attention to her. Even if other people were to

that Benji would get so mad that

the other hand, Benji’s face was red with rage. His bellow had been so deafening that he hadn't heard what Kate said. Kate's gaze swept over everyone present, and

tug on Benji's sleeve, and he immediately fell silent. He turned to look at her, his gaze apologetic as he said, "Katie, I'm sorry. It's all my fault for turning a blind eye to so many things

couldn't allow Benji to continue in this vein. She held a palm up and said, “Uncle Benji, it's not your fault." The moment she said this, she saw Benji blinking. She knew that he was about to say something sentimental, so

point, but not anymore. That's why I moved out once I was independent enough.