The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 309

"I’ve always wanted live in a normal family, but I never got it.That’s why I’ve lost all hope of having that life."

While speaking, he leaned against the backseat, sighing deeply.

Only silence came from Darius as his nostrils slightly flared without anyone noticing.

The coppery stench of blood then hung at the back of his throat.It grew when Edward's footsteps came closer to their car.

At that moment, Darius knew things had gotten settled.

Maurice had been looking out the car window for some time now.

Thus, he saw everything that happened.

Now that Edward had returned, Maurice turned to look at Darius with a complicated expression.

All he asked was, "Mr.Reid? Are you someone with loads of money?"

Darius instantly understood what the boy meant and responded with an unexpectedly calm tone, "That I am.However, I don’t think poorer people should get killed at random or have their dignity attacked by others.I know what you’re thinking—I shouldn't have executed Austin Anderson."

Those candid words made Maurice’s eyes widen.

Yet, his gaze quickly returned to normal as he leaned into the seat, presenting himself with a calmer demeanor as he nodded.

"Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.He’s the same age as me, and he’s always gotten sheltered by his family, which makes him ignorant of many things.So, I feel you should’ve tried to forgive him earlier."

A grin curled across Darius’ face just then.

Although that was the case, his eyes became steely.

Maurice could feel his bones trembling beneath his skin as he looked into the former’s eyes.

Intimidated by the suspense, he lowered his head at once to focus on the bottom of the car.

Maurice knew it was probably wiser to speak or, at least, give a reaction to Darius. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Sadly, he could not manage even a squeak as fear had lodged at the back of his throat.

Not to mention, Maurice did not know how to alleviate Darius’ discontentment.

That was why he pursed his lips tightly shut, his gaze downcast.

The longest time passed, and Darius never got a response from Maurice, so he raised his head and noticed the boy’s gloomy expression from the rearview mirror.

His brow quirked before his eerily amused expression vanished entirely.

Alas, that only made Maurice’s heart race more.

His lower lip quivered while he thought, "I shouldn’t have disagreed with Mr.Reid.

That’s a huge mistake.

The whole thing is insignificant, but there’s now a massive gap between us because I had to shove my honest opinions at him, and I don’t know how to fix it..."

The cogs in his brain spun faster as he desperately wanted to resolve the tension.

Although, before he could come up with an idea, Darius spoke up.

"you've hung out with him for as long as you can remember," Darius said with absolute confidence.

Maurice’s heart dropped to his stomach.

It was more than apparent how Darius knew Maurice’s entire background and lifestyle like the back of his palm, despite only I crossing paths with the latter just recently.

While Maurice was still brainstorming an appropriate response, his body was one step ahead; he stiffly nodded and said, "Yeah."

Upon hearing himself, Maurice’s back straightened out of shock while his eyes darted toward Darius.His chest rose and fell quickly with so much anxiety that it took him a while to collect himself.

Only then did he sigh, slump his shoulders, and glumly hold his head with both hands.

"You've already investigated everything about me, so there’s no need to hold back from asking whatever’s on your mind.I won't lie to you anymore."

After saying that, he resignedly met Darius’ stare.

Still, he did not expect Darius’ dull expression to remain unchanging.

Nothing about Darius was different.

Even when the air conditioning’s wind blew against his lashes, they remained perfectly in place.

Maurice then sat straighter and brought both knees together while resting his hands on them, looking obedient.

Sensing that change in the former, Darius raised a brow before shutting his eyes, sighing, and resting back in his seat.

"Very good.You’ve made the right decision to behave this way—sitting as though you can’t hear a thing, even when you’re gritting your teeth and making the leather-covered seats creak in your curled- up fists."

He snarkily chuckled as he finished saying that, causing Maurice's brows to draw close.

Maurice parted his lips, wanting to speak.

That was when someone opened the car door.

There were many opinions Maurice wished to voice, but in that instant, he forced the words back down his throat.

Beads of sweat dotted his forehead while his breathing grew rigid.

At the same time, he flashed a relieved smile at the person interrupting him, feeling grateful as he nearly fell for Darius’ taunting.

Yet, when he turned to face the driver’s seat, doubt instantly erupted in his mind—the person joining them was not Edward.

Instead, he saw a face that had suddenly vanished from his life and constantly reappeared on television many years later.

He even recalled seeing this person call his name on television several times.

"If I recall correctly, he goes by Felix Katon now," Maurice thought, his eyes narrowing alertly.

His reaction was natural since the person was a familiar face yet also a stranger to him.

He mused, "Regardless of mine and Felix’s relationship, he shouldn’t have randomly appeared before Darius like this— especially not when I’ve been watching out for my surroundings.Yet, somehow, I didn’t notice Felix sneaking into the driver’s seat."

With that thought, he loudly interrupted the conversation between Felix and Darius, "Felix, I never thought we'd meet again under such circumstances."

Perplexed, Darius raised a brow while shifting his attention and energy from Maurice to Felix.