The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Chapter 271

Chapter 271

'Til accept your condition as you're already being so generous," Darius said while getting off the bench to stand. He shoved his hands in his pockets, turned, then headed for the Gillette family's villa.

"Since both our secretaries aren't here, only you are available to draft an agreement on our share transfer."

Wilson shut his eyes. Yet, a second later, he rushed up to Darius and entered his villa alongside the latter. A look of resignation shrouded his face like a dark cloud, but Wilson had to do so to survive.

After all, there was no telling if he could keep Remnard Estate; perhaps the estate's villa and every piece of furniture inside it would no longer be his if he disobeyed Darius.

There were many thoughts in Wilson's head, but he kept his face blank the entire time. When he entered the study, he found Darius sitting on the ergonomic chair behind the desk.

The latter even considerately turned the monitor and keyboard in Wilson’s direction, ready to have the agreement drafted.

Wilson could not keep a collected expression. At that point, he finally realized everything he once owned was no longer his-they were now Darius'.

hour ago had now belonged to the latter. Thus, he entered the room and could only sit at

so powerful that he could not disguise them. He took a deep exhale, raised both hands that were trembling, and willed

took about three minutes. Then, he looked at the monitor screen, not saying anything more as he typed up

some documents around.

Wilson think Darius would react with such anger, so the commotion jolted him, his hands jerking

unsettled, he immediately looked

had happened. Yet, when he noticed Darius' furious expression, he chose to keep

know that the Dream Investment Group has

Moments passed before he lowered his head and nodded.

who did not expect the former to admit the truth candidly. He rammed his fist against the table, snarling with absolute certainty, "Yet, you never intended to tell me about this

gaze drilled into Wilson as he saw the latter in a new light, thinking, "Wilson withheld critical information even though he was desperately begging

seemed in the former’s eyes. He became as pale as chalk, sitting stiffer than before with both hands

with the utmost seriousness before falling silent and cautiously eying Darius. He figured there was no point explaining if Darius did not want to listen, so he shot to his feet and

ahead. Try to explain it," said a nodding Darius. He then leaned back into the ergonomic chair, crossing one

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