The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 223

"Don't worry, Mr. Reid. I'll settle this."

Darius nodded, then closed his eyes and fell silent.

Viktor was terrified. He cried, "Darius, let me go this once, please! I didn’t do anything-I didn't even speak to the woman! I merely agreed with what Lyon said."

Lyon's eyes bulged. He spat on the ground and growled, "If you had the least bit of shame, you wouldn't have said that. When we came across situations like this in the past, it's not like you didn’t get anything out of them. Now that the shit has hit the fan, you're pushing all the blame on me so that this dude will vent his anger on me. I'm not going to take this lying down, and you'll pay the price for what you've done!"

His tone was resolute and firm. It made Viktor's face turn ghostly pale.

Darius’ gaze traveled between the two of them. Then, he narrowed his eyes, seemingly having understood something. He took a deep breath before putting his hands behind his back and walking into the hotel.

Edward followed him while dragging Lyon along by the collar. Lyon didn't seem fazed, though. "Hey, brat. I bet you're not from here. If you were, you wouldn't be treating me like this. Do you know why? Because my uncle's Wilson Gillette, the founder of Gillette Group!" He said this confidently, even trying his best to hold his head high. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Darius stopped and turned to look at him. "So, your name's Lyon Gillette?"

Lyon looked proud. ‘Yes, that’s right. I suppose that means you're not as ignorant as you look. So, you should get on your knees, apologize, and beg me to forgive you. Say that you'll do anything to make it

up to me, or I'll do whatever I can to make your life a living hell. You don't want to end up as a pile of bones frozen by the roadside, do you?"

Darius sized him up. His hat was crooked because of the punch Darius had given him earlier, but he still looked unbelievably pleased with himself. This reminded Darius of the first time he’d gone out looking for a job when he was fourteen.

It was a cold winter's day, and it was still snowing. The orphanage didn't have many funds, so all he had on was a thin short- sleeved T-shirt under a long-sleeved shirt he'd scavenged from the trash, 1

For convenience's sake, they weren't allowed to leave the orphanage unless it was to go to school. So, this was Darius’ first time leaving the orphanage alone. He could still remember how scared he'd been back then.

Then, he found a restaurant and asked the owner in the smallest voice possible whether he needed someone to wash the dishes. There was nothing else he could do aside from this. Before being recognized as the heir to the Reid Consortium, Darius had been on the receiving end of all sorts of harsh treatment. The restaurant's owner was no different.

He was a bully whose life was filled with bitterness. To this day, Darius could remember the menacing gaze that had traveled over his body. He couldn't help but tremble under it. The owner didn't say anything for the longest time, and Darius felt like he would freeze to death. So, he forced out, "Sir, I've never worked before, but I grew up in an orphanage. I'm used to doing these chores, and I'm sure I can do a good job."

At his words, the owner had exaggeratedly pretended to vomit. Then, he turned to the chef who was standing next to him and said mockingly," You're a great employee, so I won't cause trouble for you by hiring someone that's obviously no better than a thief. I wouldn't want him to steal our food, would I?"

The chef smiled as well, but he still headed into the kitchen to get some food for Darius. Darius was grateful for this, but he felt humiliated. So, he shook his head. ‘Thank you, but I’m not here to beg for food. The orphanage provides food for us. I just want to find a job to earn my tuition."

The chef dropped his smile. The owner reached out to take the food from him, then threw it at a stray dog who was digging around for food. After that, he said harshly, "If I were you, I would've fucked off long ago. As you said, you're here for the money.

There might not be any money in my kitchen, but there's plenty of food, and that’s worth something. Now, get the fuck away from here." He then shoved Darius so hard that he fell to the ground.

Back in the present, Darius looked at the scars on his palm. He took a deep breath, suddenly finding that Lyon’s expression was eerily similar to that of the restaurant owner's. He didn't enjoy being reminded of these things, so he narrowed his eyes and looked at Lyon contemptuously.

This was Lyon’s first time being on the receiving end of such a gaze, and it made him angry. He refused to take it lying down, so he started struggling, wanting to escape Edward's grip. Unfortunately for him, all he managed to do was give himself a headache. He had no choice but to stop.

He turned his head with difficulty, his gaze landing on Edward. "Hey, brat. You'd better let me go this instant, or I guarantee you and your gang will leave this hotel in coffins."