The Consortium's Heir novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159

Their gazes met for a moment before Bridget joined Darius’ side like always while Edward headed toward the casino. Darius trusted Edward’s abilities, so he left for the airport.

Bridget followed along with a slightly hesitative expression. “Sir, you can move around on foot later. You can use our family’s own car.”

Darius stopped, then looked at his shocked friend, whose jaw had dropped despite only being able to see through a slightly opened swollen eye. Darius knew Rudd’s exaggerated expression was only because the latter felt shocked. Still, seeing that pleased Darius. He reached out to give Rudd’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t be so surprised. I merely reunited with my family. It turns out that my grandfather is super wealthy, and so are my great-grandparents.”

Those words did not ease Rudd’s shock. Instead, he uttered a string of foul curses to display how taken aback he felt.

It was only after the car screeched to a halt before them and grains of sand flew into Rudd’s parted lips did he shut his mouth.

Darius had already gotten into the car by then.

Meanwhile, a stunning woman dressed in a black flight attendant uniform was opening the car door for Rudd, who thought, “I must be dead. There’s no way I can ever dream of such an experience!”

He had no idea how to react except obediently enter the car to sit by Darius’ side. In doing so, he caught a whiff of the flight attendant’s perfume, which sparked his memories of another woman.

Darius watched as his friend’s countenance shifted from blankness to instant sorrow. He could no longer suppress his curiosity, so he asked, “What exactly happened? You’re not someone who would rack up a debt worth five million dollars.”

In response, Rudd explained that the reason was too sad for him to speak about.

On the other hand, Edward punished the casino’s staff, ensuring they suffered for their actions.

Little did anyone know that an old man with a black beard, who reeked of vomit, was watching Darius’ car leave from an obscure corner.

Something was menacing about the darkness swirling in the man’s eyes as he targeted Darius once he exited the casino. The man stroked his beard while desire gleaned in his eyes. He mused, “This young man seems powerful and has the scent of the mysterious potion on him. All I have to do is to catch him, so that I can live longer!” He took out a quill that looked ancient. Although, it would be more accurate to describe the quill as a bald rod since there were barely any barbs left on it. Next, he took out a piece of toilet paper with an unknown brown substance he had somehow picked up. The old man unfolded the piece of toilet paper before scribbling an accurate portrait of Darius’ face onto it.

Darius was still unaware of the dangers on the road ahead. He glanced over at Rudd, who sat close to him, and said, “I understand what you mean, but I’m still very alarmed by the entire ordeal. I doubt gambling is the reason behind your debt, so I’ll need to ask you again.” Rudd knew his circumstances worried his friend a lot, so he did not show a hint of reluctance when saying, “I’ll do my best to answer your questions honestly.”

Clearing his throat, Darius then began interrogating Rudd. “You mentioned that your previous girlfriend was an employee at this casino. She was responsible for escorting guests into private rooms.”

Rudd bitterly nodded. “She never mentioned this, only that it was a part-time gig.”