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.

in Austin’s veins, causing him to stiffen like a corpse. He struggled to open his mouth and

best to mutter, "W-Who are you? How do you have such a modern gun? There's

if it weren't mine?" Darius’ brows drew close, yet he flashed Austin a smile. He also bent forward, reaching out to aim the holster at the

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

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

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 sense kicked in-he

them were willing to defend him. They did not leave either, for fear

was right about one thing-his father, William Anderson,

gaze swept past the group of youngsters. The corners of his

the latter was not planning to

heavy tone. Likewise, he shot a hinting look at Darius’ foot, then back at Darius. "Since you made the right decision, I'll arrange for you to have a staff position in Anderson

scrunch up with even more

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

shoe, saying, "I think this is where