The Consortium's Heir novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157

The manager cautiously shot a sideways smirk at Darius before lowering her head. “My apologies, but I can’t recognize the brand of his clothes as it doesn’t seem well known. However, his clothes do look expensive.”

Darius could tell the former’s tone was full of mockery. That was when a confident voice said on the other end of the call, “If an article of clothing has no brand, it must be a custom piece. I doubt someone that capable would show up at our casino. Likewise, there’s no way this poor little boy would ever be acquainted with someone so wealthy.”

The situation seemed like a joke to Darius, who kept silent the entire time and kept his hands in his pockets. Even so, his frosty eyes sent chills down everyone’s spines. Darius eventually reached out to knock on the table twice before retorting, “Aren’t I supposed to grant your business more wealth through my patronage? Why did no one welcome me? Instead, you left me out here alone. Is this how your fancy casino treats its customers?”

Upon hearing his words, the person on the call flew into a rage and thundered, “Listen here, you little punk! Our casino would never allow you, someone impersonating a member of the Reid family, through our doors! As for your friend, you can only save him after putting the five million dollars on this table.”

Darius’ hands returned to his pockets as his eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”

He did not believe the words of the person on the phone. After all, he knew Rudd had excellent control over things, so it did not make sense that the latter would have such a massive funding gap.

Darius’ rage was growing at that point. Even so, he could not do anything since he had yet to see Rudd in person. Thus, he flashed them a blank look while asking, “How did he end up owing you this amount?”

Roaring laughter came from the phone right then. Even the manager was chuckling.

Meanwhile, Darius was the only one whose expression did not change.

Moments passed before the manager placed the handset back onto the telephone, ending the call.

Only then did Darius raise his head to meet the manager’s gaze.

The latter smirked. “You’re already at our casino. Why else do you think your friend owes us money?”

As Darius had expected, the other party’s reason was the first thing he ruled out. He was unfazed since he knew such an excuse was a lie-Rudd would never gamble. With that in mind, his eyes narrowed to slits as he slammed the table. “If what you said is true, you should accept my patronage, not refuse it!”

The manager acted against what she truly felt, chuckling at Darius. “Indeed. Unfortunately, we don’t believe you. We think you’re lying and pretending to be rich. While speaking, her eyes pierced Darius like blades, revealing her disdain toward him.

“So that means you guys are after a life today, not money, huh?” Darius asked plainly before raising three fingers. “I’ll give you till the count of three to reconsider.”

His declaration rang out. It was so loud that everyone within nine feet of the casino entrance heard his words, causing the scene to plummet into silence.

Never had the manager witnessed this before. The utter stillness around them meant she needed to handle the matter well. Otherwise, there was no way she could bear the consequences. Thus, she looked over at Darius, her gaze hardening with determination. “We run a casino. All we want is money.” —

Seconds of silence passed, and she added firmly, “The portion that is owed to us, of course.” Darius nodded, “Time’s up. That’s the final count, and I’ve already been very patient with you.”

By that point, the manager was dumbfounded. No one had ever spoken this rudely toward her, much less threatened her. Regardless of how she felt, she knew there was only one option, as all eyes were on her.

The manager looked up at Darius, certainty filling her gaze. “I’ll remove your friend’s debt entirely on behalf of the casino. Also, I’ll give you five million dollars’ worth of betting chips as a gift to use in the casino.”

“I want five million in cash.” Not a trace of hesitation came from Darius, whose hands were still in his pockets. “Your demands are going a little too far,” said the manager, her face contorting with rage. “I don’t think I’m going out of line compared to my friend, who managed to rack up a debt worth five million dollars at a casino, despite never gambling in his life and having great discipline.” The manager noticed how much Darius was praising Rudd. Given the onlooking crowd that seemed to believe Darius, the manager had no choice but to nod. “I accept your demands.”

Moments of silence passed. The manager became insecure, thinking her response did not have the frightening effect she wanted. Hence, she added, “Our casino has operated for a hundred years! We’ve never been wrong at evaluating others’ wealth!”

Subsequently, she reached out to Darius. The fear she felt earlier vanished as she stated loudly, “Please hand me your bank card at once. I’m a very busy person.”

The onlookers around them then snapped to their senses and realized where they were. A few of them even began discussing the matter at hand.

“Does this guy even have a bank card to hand over?”

“I think I saw him taking out a black toy card -”

Darius’ piercing gaze suddenly snapped over to the last person that spoke. That made the person choke on his words. It was as though an invisible rope had tightened around his neck.