The Consortium's Heir novel 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.