The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Chapter 272

Although it hurt for Wilson to bow since Darius was still grabbing his hair, he still did it.

Darius’ brow quirked. It shocked him to see the former doing that, so he loosened his grip and clapped his palms together, dusting them.

He then pointed at the keyboard, stating, "Starting now, I want you to finish drawing up the share transfer agreement. However, in addition to the agreement, you'll hand over all assets, excluding cash, under your name to me."

Wilson's eyes grew wide before he compliantly sat down. Yet, he did not touch the keyboard. Instead, he snapped icily, 'You're truly something, Darius Reid! I may have lost today, but your current actions have crossed the line!"

He spoke in a controlled tone and seemed calm, as though he was not the one in danger. Yet, he was profusely sweating beneath his clothes. He knew if this continued for even a single minute, his sweat would seep into his clothes, revealing how anxious he secretly felt.

That would mean he had lost the battle entirely. Thus, he sat before the computer and tried his hardest to stare blankly at Darius.

Much to Wilson's surprise, Darius saw through his plans with just a simple glance. He soon realized the taunting smirk on Darius' face that got directed at him, giving him the chills.

At the same time, he thought, "I'm probably overthinking this. There's no way someone can see through others like they're glass."

thought, he soothed himself into thinking things

that Darius spoke up. "I can't believe you're still shooting your shot at negotiating with me, even at a time like this. While I know you genuinely intend to serve me, you have far too many thoughts that you keep to yourself.

Then again, perhaps you feel that all your assets and wealth will have nothing to do with me

the end of that sentence, Darius intentionally raised his tone like he was angrily asking a

the chair was covered in needles. His sudden movements knocked the

think I've done anything wrong! I merely wanted to have

as beads of sweat formed on his

the stack of documents from the desk onto Wilson’s

rights to the Gillette Group, I won't acquire it anymore. I won't interfere with your company's debts and future ownership problems either. And, as you

passed by Wilson, he exerted force through his arm, slamming the document regarding the Dream

blood oozed from it, dripping down his face like he was in a horror movie. He did not pay any mind to the document

proved the latter cared significantly about it. Thus, he felt Darius was pretending to leave as a negotiation technique to

lessened when Darius opened the study's door to leave. Still, he remained rooted on the spot, thinking there was a high

until he noticed Darius’ faint figure nearing the main gates in the yard through the study's window. To make