The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Chapter 279

However, when he sensed the shift in Benji's emotions, he immediately turned back to look at Benji. Caught in the act, Benji stiffened. At the same time, he looked thoughtful.

The Anderson family was affluent, so he'd seen many martial arts experts. None of them had the sensitivity Darius possessed, however. Benji found it hard to believe that such a sharp person was poor.

In fact, if he could gain control of the Anderson family, he'd definitely want to take Darius under his wing, provided he had enough money to do so.

Darius was surprised by Benji's pondering again, but it didn't take long for Benji to return to his senses.

Calypso looked furious. She clenched her fists tightly and swung them around, her voice like nails on a chalkboard as she screeched, "That's enough! You're such a disappointment! You're my brother, and I'm the only person in this world that shares your blood. Yet, you're protecting William's daughter even though he's already dead!"

Then, Benji let out an agonized cry while Kate screamed, "What are you talking about? My father’s not dead!

gaze at Darius, looking nervous and guilty. On the plane, she'd promised to listen

reaction to her words. He stood there,

hers, but he didn't seem to be mad. This meant that he wasn't affected by this matter, which gave her the confidence to deal with it

and saw that her

the only one paying attention to her. Even

this cruelty had finally been exposed to her innocent and kind older brother. She was afraid that Benji would get so mad that he wouldn't protect her anymore. So, no one placed

rage. His bellow had been so deafening that he hadn’t heard what Kate said. Kate's gaze swept over

on Benji's sleeve, and he immediately fell silent. He turned to look at her, his gaze apologetic as he said, "Katie, I'm sorry. It's all my fault for

continue in this vein. She held a palm up and said, "Uncle Benji, it's not your fault." The moment she said this, she saw Benji blinking. She knew that he was

one point, but not anymore. That’s why I moved out once I was independent enough. It wasn't because of your conflict with my father, nor was it because of the women that constantly appeared by my father's side. It was all because of you,