The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 270 

Chapter 270

If Darius had not done detailed research on the duo, he would have believed Cerys was Wilson’s enemy from the latter’s violence toward her.

Wilson could tell Darius was now seeing him in a negative light.

However, he refrained from speaking about Cerys and just stood there, watching Darius.

"Now that it’s no longer noisy out here," he said, "We can discuss the conditions for me transferring the Gillette Group’s shares to you."

Darius approvingly grinned as he scrutinized the former's stern expression.

That was the first time since Darius had arrived there that Wilson gave off the aura he should have had —the authoritative energy of being the Gillette Group’s chairman.

Still, Darius sat there emotionlessly and quietly while sipping on his coffee.

Yet, as he lifted his cup, Wilson’s secretary reached an arm out to him.She also spoke in a more honeyed tone than before.

"Mr.Reid, your coffee has gone cold.Why don’t you hand it to me? I'll fetch a fresh, piping hot cup for you."

A stroke of joy appeared in the secretary’s eyes as her hand came close to touching Darius’.

Unfortunately, what she hoped for did not happen, so her upturned lips soon grew tense.She had already pictured feeling the warmth of Darius’ hand, but that heat drew further away when she was about to grab him.

The secretary stood frozen with her upper body bent over.

She did not know what to say or how to react to ease the awkward tension in the air.

It felt like her career had been challenged like never before.

While she pondered her next move, she noticed Darius’ eyes on her.

In that instant, she immediately ceased brainstorming and flashed a warm smile at him, making herself appear innocent.

"Mr.Reid..."

That was when Darius put down his coffee cup and raised his hand to wave off the former.

"I hope you’re aware that Wilson Gillette is the man who owns you, not me."

He had spoken neutrally, his tone devoid of emotion.

Because of this, his words came off as the truth rather than mere excuses.

The secretary grew pale at once.She straightened her back, took her eyes off him, and looked at the ground with pitifully red eyes.

As she did so, a soft whimper came from her lips.

Nevertheless, she did not move away.

Darius frowned.

His good mood was practically gone by then.

It made the air around them grow treacherously cold.

Even so, the secretary clenched her jaw and insisted on standing there, knowing she could not continue to work in the Gillette Group if she did not secure a spot by Darius’ side.

That meant she could not enjoy the handsome salary offered by the Gillette Group anymore.

Likewise, her prosperous lifestyle would vanish once the Gillette Group’s shares got transferred to Darius.

She thought long and hard at that moment, hoping Darius would take her under his wing.

It did not matter if she had to endure humiliation to get what she wanted.

Just as she was deep in thought, she suddenly felt a force tightening around her neck.

"My apologies for being late, Mr.Reid," Bridget’s magnetic voice said from behind.

She simultaneously reached out to cover the secretary’s mouth.

Then, she exerted some effort to lift the secretary off the ground, continuing, "I'll remove this woman from your side now and ensure she never appears before you again."

She did not move after that.

Instead, she focused on Darius, and only after he nodded did she take action.

Darius looked over at Wilson, whose eyes had grown stormy with rage.

The latter fixated on the secretary, that got taken far away the entire time.

At that point, Darius’ patience had run out.

He cleared his throat twice before knocking his fist against the bench loudly.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Mr.Gillette, I believe we should speed things up.After all, we’ve been stuck at this phase for quite some time now, so I can’t guarantee I won’t harm you if this continues."

That made Wilson’s heart drop.His body straightened as he quickly locked eyes with Darius, his stern and focused look returning to his face.

"Sorry, my mind was elsewhere earlier.We can begin our discussion now."

The scene fell into silence again after he uttered those words.

He continued staring at Darius, noticing the latter was looking around with no intention of speaking; it was clear that Darius was allowing him to state his conditions.

He thought, "What a difficult position I’m in.Generally, whoever speaks the first in a business negotiation often is at a disadvantage."

Asigh slipped out of him as he shut his eyes, the space between his brows narrowing painfully.

Regardless, he pulled himself together and sincerely stated, "I can give all of the Gillette Group’s shares to you, including those I previously transferred to my adopted son, Thomas.However, I have one condition—I hope you can guarantee my safety, and I hope to continue being an affluent person."

Darius knocked on the bench, then silently examined Wilson for the longest time.

His intense stare made Wilson quiver so much that his face darkened.He never imagined a young man could invoke such fear in him.

What angered him was that he could not shake off the terror in his heart.

He shut his eyes tautly as though he were in pain as he said, "Of course, the company’s shares will undoubtedly be yours, regardless of whether or not you accept my condition."

Following that, he felt a wave of relief washing over his previously tense body.

He quickly opened his eyes and saw a satisfied grin on Darius’ face.