The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Darius stepped inside the room and entered what seemed to be a study. There was a huge and neat mahogany desk in the room and behind the desk sat an old man. There were some documents littered on the table, and it seemed that the old man was going through them before Bruce knocked on the door.

Darius always expected the master to be someone who was high and haughty with plenty of beautiful ladies hanging around his arm. After all, he knew that the person behind this kind of wealth was far from being a simple person. However, his imagination was a little too wild and completely off the mark.

The master was no high and haughty person, but a simple old man. He was the kind of person you’ll feel obligated to help to cross the busy roads on the street.

As Darius was staring at the master, the master was also doing the same. He narrowed his eyes and adjusted his glasses a few times as if studying Darius like a specimen. After a few seconds of studying Darius he turned to Bruce who had just entered the room and asked him a question.

“Is this Darius Reid?”

“Yes master. He is indeed young master Reid.” Bruce answered, bowing deeply to the old man.

The old man eyes shone and as if he had finally been offered the item of his dream he stood from his chair and rushed over to Darius.

“My God! Is it really young Darius?!” The man said, touching Darius all over his body.

from him. He could tell that the old man was having a moment as

the old man was finally satisfied with touching Darius. He held Darius hands, showing no regards for his poor clothes and undesirable outfit. Although Darius didn’t know the old man, he felt really warm in his heart at that treatment. It was nice to see someone not judging him because of his

in the study before sitting down in another chair opposite his. Bruce followed them and stood behind the old man he called

years we’ve finally found you, Darius

they meant. He was never missing, so why

man noticed the confusion in Darius face

very confused right now. You must have been very perplexed at the phone call you received from Bruce and our current

for all these. The old man sighed again before

16 years ago, when you were just four years old, my son Tristan Reid and his wife Diana Reid was making a trip to the

see that the story the old man was about to tell him was a very painful one for him. But he needed to hear the story, no matter how painful it was for the old man, so he

make out tears in the corner of the old man’s

what he thought were trivial things, but when he heard the story of what happened to his parents, he felt a huge

but there was no record or traces of your corpse found at the scene. Because of that,

personal assistant Bruce search the world constantly for you. We didn’t know if you were alive or not. Finally, after 16 years, we were able to find

out that his parents