The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Chapter 300

Austin lay on the ground, watching as Darius fell deep into thought. He could not help smugly raising his chin, saying," Oh? Are you afraid now that you've heard my name? Let me tell you this-it's too late to beg for my forgiveness now! Because, as the Anderson family’s only heir, I won't let you off the hook easily!”

He simultaneously gripped Darius' foot, trying to push it off his chest. However, he soon clenched his jaw and narrowed his brows into a deep V when he failed to make Darius budge.

The latter's foot stayed unmoving on his body like a massive boulder, and he could not do anything about it.Having depleted his strength, he stopped resisting. His arms sprawled on the ground as he gritted his teeth.

"I'm warning you! Get your foot off me now and kneel to prove your gratitude toward me for sparing you! Because in two days, I might become Anderson Group's chairman! I promise that you would've gotten shot to death if you had crossed me after I inherited my family's business!"

As Austin said that, he glanced at the gun in Darius' hand. A second passed when all color drained from his face. He then tried to get up again but failed; the pressure from Darius ' foot caused Austin's body to slam into the ground harder than before. It removed any of Austin’s will to get back on his feet. He merely lay still with his eyes locked on Darius. Darius, on the other hand, was casually wiping his gun. He breathed regularly for the most part, save for one long sigh he let out before speaking. "How obedient of you. Seeing you comply pleases me, but it's a shame because you're too late. If only you had thought to do so sooner."

He pulled the trigger while saying that. Following that, the trigger lock clicked and released itself.

Fear thrummed in Austin's veins, causing him to stiffen like a corpse. He struggled to open his mouth and utter even a squeak. Nevertheless, he did his best to mutter, "W-Who are you? How do you have such a modern gun? There's no way a poor person like yourself can own it!"

a gun like this if it weren't mine?" Darius' brows drew close, yet he flashed Austin a smile. He also bent forward, reaching out to aim the holster

eyes darted everywhere, taking in his many companions' faces. They could have left or even spoken up on

teeth, thundering in his heart, "These useless idiots froze like statues the moment I got in trouble!

parted his lips, ready to kick up a fuss. Yet, when he noticed their cautious, almost pondering looks, his last bit of common sense kicked in-he ultimately held

none of them were willing to defend him. They did not

Austin was right about one thing-his father, William Anderson,

group of youngsters. The corners of his lips

assumed the latter was not

he shot a hinting look at Darius' foot, then back at Darius. "Since you made

nose scrunch up with

earlier? No, it can’t be! No one would ever reject such a great job offer from

out and gently tapped Darius' shoe, saying, "I think this is where you take your foot