The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Chapter 263

A lighthearted chuckle came from Darius, who shook his head and said, "Don't worry. The person that's about to show up is Edward."

Only then did Bridget let out a relieved sigh and return her hands to her sides.

However, her brows soon twisted together as she asked, "Why did he get here so late? He drove behind our car, yet we've been standing here for some time, and he still hasn't shown up."

Darius shook his head before explaining with a smile, "I'm sure it's because he couldn't get a parking near the entrance like us since he's driving the damaged Bugatti from earlier."

Bridget raised her head slightly, then scrunched her nose and flashed a thin smile out of embarrassment.

"Apologies, Mr. Reid.I never thought he would get stopped from entering because of that."

Finding the topic uninteresting, Darius did not voice his opinions on the matter anymore. He was, instead, looking forward to the person that would soon come out of the villa.

That was when the person stayed at the front door without speaking or doing anything.

Even so, Darius did not care; he knew the other party would be the first to give in.

After all, the loser of today was the Gillette family, whose mortifying secret had gotten revealed to the guests.

Darius eventually dropped the thought as Edward arrived.

The latter glistened with joy, or rather, it was because a thick layer of sweat coated his face. His sweaty appearance indicated he had walked a long way to get here.

that Edward had gone through so

asked, "Why do

at Bridget, which gave the latter a

already merrily answered, "You're famous, Bridget -everyone here knows

around became

their masters that you're a threatening person and urged their masters

kept rising and

in many years! What amazes me more is all the

that point, Darius' breathing quickened, and

snapped, "I don't think now is the appropriate time to do so. We're free to chat as you please at

radiated from his gaze

took a step in opposite directions, creating a larger space between them. Darius

the guests, staff, and onlookers witnessed that entire

filled their faces when they felt the many

the guards, who had the same expression as Bridget earlier; they wanted to speak like Bridget hoped to explain herself

was not the right time, especially

as she placed her hands behind her back, staring strictly at the villa's front

felt whoever was coming out from there was unlikely a

activity from the

"Wilson Gillette, you've been standing there for a while. If you don't come out now, I'll assume you're

door open to

he seemed unbothered by the events, one could see the rage that consumed him from his narrowed

his hands were in