The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 224

Edward looked into his eyes and found that Lyon meant what he said. He believed that he had the ability to turn his words into reality. So, he narrowed his eyes. He could not understand this, but he didn't say anything. He merely looked at Darius.

Only when Darius nodded did he turn his cold gaze onto Lyon. Before anyone realized what was going on, he flicked his wrist and snapped Lyon's bone, making him let out an anguished cry.

Darius stretched his neck and looked at Viktor. "I know that everything that's happened today will make your life difficult. If you need me to break your arm as well, I'll be glad to be of service."

The blood drained from Viktor'’s face. He had yet to recover from his last bout of terror, so he remained rooted to the spot, trembling uncontrollably. His jaw went slack, but he didn't say a word.

When Darius saw him like this, he chuckled and said mockingly, "This guy's essentially the same as Lyon. In fact, he's worse. At the very least, Lyon has the guts to own up to the things he’s done, and it’s easy to see that he has no concept of right and wrong. This guy, however, knows very well that what he's doing is wrong, but he continues to do it anyway."

Viktor could sense the menace in Darius’ gaze and tried his best to move. He dropped to his knees and repeatedly kowtowed with his forehead landing on the ground with loud thuds. "Please, let me go." His voice was shaky, but he didn't stop talking.

"Even if you don't, Lyon's family won't. You don't need to dirty your hands dealing with someone like me. It’ll just alert the authorities, and you'll be punished."

He looked sincere-as if he didn’t want them to get into trouble. Darius didn't believe him for a second. Instead of saying anything, he walked into the hotel. Except for the receptionist, the employees had all

gone into hiding because of the ruckus outside. He walked over to the front desk and put Erin's phone on the counter.

When he looked at the receptionist, he saw her trembling all over. He sighed and said,

"There's no need to be afraid of me. I'm not here to rob you. In fact, I assure you that we booked rooms here through proper procedures, and now we're here to check in. The only thing your emotions prove is that you're not a very professional receptionist." He looked her in the eye.

The receptionist's eyes were big and bright, and she had long lashes. Her blond hair, fair skin, white teeth, and red lips made her look like a perfect Barbie doll. However, when she heard Darius' words, she became an angry rag doll.

"Sir, I don't think you can just peg me as unprofessional! There's no one in this world who can smile at someone who had his bodyguard break someone's arm as if nothing was wrong. I'm a human, not a robot. It's impossible for me to put on a friendly smile to greet you."

She spoke quickly, and the displeasure in her eyes was obvious. This amused Darius because her displeasure suddenly gave way to fear at the end of her sentence. She took two steps back, then bowed at him and said loudly,

"Sir, I got ahead of myself! I realize my mistake now, so please don't treat me like you treated Lyon. It's not something I can handle! Also, I just started here. If you can forgive me, I'll..."

She chattered on, but Darius had already focused his attention on Erin.

She'd changed her clothes in the car, perhaps because Lyon had managed to lay a hand on her without her noticing. She was now wearing a black pencil skirt, and it showed off her hourglass figure. Darius gave her an appreciative look and said, "You look great in this skirt."

Erin lowered her head shyly, exposing her slender neck to his eyes. He suddenly realized what was happening, so he stopped talking and turned back to the receptionist.

"This ends here. Check us in now, or I’m really going to lodge a complaint against you."

The receptionist straightened up immediately and hurried over to the computer, her fingers flying over the keyboard. Thirty seconds later, she placed four key cards before Darius. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

"Sir, these are the four suites that you've reserved."

Darius raised an eyebrow. "How many rooms do the suites have? How many people can one suite accommodate?"

The receptionist's eyes swept over him and his entourage, and she immediately knew what he wanted to know. She said, "The normal suites only have two rooms with a bed each, so they can't accommodate four people. However, if you want to stay in the same room, I'd suggest taking the presidential suite. It's more than enough to accommodate four people, and each person will have their own space."

Darius looked at her approvingly, then put the four key cards on the counter.