The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Chapter 184

Darius nodded. This was the best option he had right now.

When the official saw that he didn't mind, he finally felt at ease. He now knew how wealthy Darius really was, and it wasn't something that he could even begin to imagine. However, because of his job, he had no choice but to treat Darius like this, despite his reluctance.

Under such circumstances, it would be hard to prevent Darius’ impression of him from turning sour and, in turn, taking action to vent his frustrations. The official couldn't think of any way to make this situation better.

Soon, however, something worse occurred to him. Judging from Darius' attitude, it would piss him off even more, and it wasn't something the official wanted to see. He started feeling anxious again, but there were no other alternatives. If he were to keep this from Darius, it would probably only make him angrier. He kept shifting around, and both Darius and Ward noticed this.

Ward looked apologetic again. "I’m sorry about this mess. There's something that's troubling you, isn't there?"

can't help sympathizing with you after listening to your side of the story, which means I can't

to. I, too, have to bear the consequences of what I've done." Then, he turned to Darius and sighed. "I'm sure you know that I've made a grievous mistake here. Now, I'm no longer a teacher and will

official and said, "Darius Reid is the most outstanding student I've ever had, and you can trust

nodded. "That's right. I won't blame you for this and disrupt your

drive along steadily. Soon, they arrived at their destination. Darius opened the door and got out of the car, looking calm. It was as if

sat down under the bright lights. There was a table in the room. He sat on one side while two other officials sat on the other. The tall, burly official that had

dropping something on the floor. It was tiny and didn't look like a phone, but Darius still walked over to it. He squatted and saw that it was a small key that had been wrapped up in what looked like cotton wool. He put it into his pocket. He didn’t know what it was for, but it definitely wasn't for him to break out

about locking him up in a place where he would be alone and with a phone signal. This key probably had something to do with that. He had just returned to the table and sat down when the door swung open. The two officials who'd sat across him

looked into the matter. You were brought here to be given a final chance to explain yourself. As one of Kingston University's top students, you should know what's the