The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 300

Austin lay on the ground, watching as Darius fell deep into thought. He could not help smugly raising his chin, saying," Oh? Are you afraid now that you've heard my name? Let me tell you this-it's too late to beg for my forgiveness now! Because, as the Anderson family’s only heir, I won't let you off the hook easily!”

He simultaneously gripped Darius’ foot, trying to push it off his chest. However, he soon clenched his jaw and narrowed his brows into a deep V when he failed to make Darius budge.

The latter's foot stayed unmoving on his body like a massive boulder, and he could not do anything about it. Having depleted his strength, he stopped resisting. His arms sprawled on the ground as he gritted his teeth.

"I'm warning you! Get your foot off me now and kneel to prove your gratitude toward me for sparing you! Because in two days, I might become Anderson Group's chairman! I promise that you would've gotten shot to death if you had crossed me after I inherited my family's business!"

As Austin said that, he glanced at the gun in Darius' hand. A second passed when all color drained from his face. He then tried to get up again but failed; the pressure from Darius ' foot caused Austin's body to slam into the ground harder than before. It removed any of Austin’s will to get back on his feet. He merely lay still with his eyes locked on Darius. Darius, on the other hand, was casually wiping his gun. He breathed regularly for the most part, save for one long sigh he let out before speaking.

"How obedient of you. Seeing you comply pleases me, but it's a shame because you're too late. If only you had thought to do so sooner."

He pulled the trigger while saying that. Following that, the trigger lock clicked and released itself.

him to stiffen like a corpse. He struggled to open his

best to mutter, "W-Who are you? How do you have such a modern gun? There's no way a poor person like

funny. Where do you think I would get a gun like this if it weren't mine?" Darius’ brows drew close, yet he

than before. Although he wanted to beg for mercy, he did not as his eyes darted everywhere, taking in his many companions’ faces. They could have left or even spoken up on his behalf to appease

idiots froze like statues the moment I got in trouble! They literally serve no purpose to me except

his eyes as he glowered at his companions. He parted his lips, ready to kick up a fuss. Yet, when he noticed their cautious, almost pondering looks, his last bit of common

none of them were willing to defend him. They did not leave either, for fear that the tables would turn after

father, William Anderson, was missing,

youngsters. The corners of

assumed the latter

Darius’ foot, then back at Darius. "Since you made the right decision, I'll arrange for you to have a staff position in Anderson Group

nose scrunch up

was quick to frown but thought, "Did I misinterpret his smile earlier? No, it can’t be! No one would ever reject

Darius’ shoe, saying, "I think this is where you take your foot off