The Consortium's Heir

The Consortium’s Heir By Benjamin Chapter 197

Darius halted upon hearing those words. He asked, "How long before our flight's boarding time?"

Erin glanced at her watch before her features slightly softened. "We still have three hours to get our boarding passes."

"It looks like we have plenty of time to resolve this issue," replied a sighing Darius. He no longer tried to intervene at that point.

Instead, Darius found a quiet corner at the airport with a clear view of the commotion. There, he sat down and got himself a cup of coffee.

Erin sat beside him with a perplexed expression. "Mr. Reid, why aren’t we going over to help them?"

Amused laughter bubbled from Darius just then. "I believe this is something they, as bodyguards, should know to resolve."

Not understanding Darius’ intention, Erin kept quiet. She remained beside him and watched as he drank his coffee.

Meanwhile, the commotion downstairs intensified.

The middle-aged woman grew more agitated, baring her teeth. "Edward, my daughter has never done anything behind your back! Why would you choose to be with this woman? Not only is she shorter than my daughter, but she’s uglier too! She's not even half as rich as my daughter."

She paused for a breath before resuming, “Also, I hope you know my husband is a professor at a university. He’s from the Brown family. I'm sure you know that family is renowned for producing many famous professors. Thus, my family isn't just wealthy-we're intelligent too! Not to mention that our

wealth has been accumulated over many generations! If you date my daughter, you won't have to do your lowly job anymore. We'll provide for you on the condition that you and your child take the Brown family name. All of this is highly beneficial to you. You're young and full of pride, so you might not like my offer. But I insist that you accept it. Otherwise, I guarantee you'll regret saying no in the near future."

Edward seemed unbothered this entire time. Only when he heard those words did his blank expression shift. He scoffed while scrunching his nose. "I’ve never been interested in your daughter. She’s the one who keeps pursuing me, invading my time and personal space. Now, you're even publicly getting in the way of my work? It’s unacceptable. Consider this my final, patient warning to you-please leave. If my chairman arrives and gets upset with your behavior, I'll make you pay dearly.”

Hearing that, the middle-aged woman guffawed. “Your chairman must be poor to hire a bodyguard like you. I can’t wait to see him and slam some spare change in his face so he'll know his lowly place. The same goes for you."

Bridget, who stood aside, could not suppress her rage any longer. She balled her fists and retorted explosively, "I've had enough of you!"

She then pulled up her sleeves, snarling, "I'm going to make things clear to you today! You'll get a punch for every insult you made toward our chairman!"

On the floor above, Darius had been keenly watching the drama unfold. An approving grin curled on his face.

Although Erin did not detect any trace of anger from him all this while, she still heaved a sigh of relief wnen she saw his smile.

"Mr. Reid, that woman seems off to me. Why does she keep bringing you up when arguing with the bodyguards?"

Darius remained in his seat without reacting too much, but when he heard Erin's words, he nodded and shot a sharp gaze at the latter.

"Indeed. I thought the same. So, don't you think those two bodyguards would realize it too?"

Erin froze. "Mr. Reid, do you mean... those two aren't good people?"

“No.” Darius shook his head, then looked down as he placed his phone into his pocket.

"I believe my grandfather thinks I've been too discreet these days. Perhaps this incident is his way of expressing disapproval toward me. Or maybe people from Almiron City are here and want to see me flaunt my wealth, shocking everyone." From NôvelDrama.Org.

He spoke while getting up and heading downstairs, his head turning from side to side. "Although this incident doesn't do me any good, my grandfather has always hoped for me to remember this-i'm the heir to the Reid family, someone who can afford to step all over money like it's a carpet. I suppose I've kept too low of a profile these days." A sigh escaped Darius’ lips. Following that, he headed downstairs and announced, "Their poor chairman has arrived."

He spoke with an unyielding force, exerting so much effort that his body heated up and his voice amplified.

Everyone at the airport heard him. All eyes were on him now that he had spoken.

Even so, Darius did not feel nervous.

The crowd immediately parted, clearing a path for Darius, who confidently strode toward the middle- aged woman.

The woman was short and stout like a penguin.

Darius’ eyes narrowed to slits. "I heard someone thinks I’m poor and that my bodyguards are all unworthy lowlifes."

Everyone fell silent. They gawked at Darius with their mouths wide open.

"Wait. That's this Edward guy's chairman? He looks so young!"

"I can't believe it. Who would say he’s poor?"

"I think I'm crushing on him. Did you see the clothes he's wearing?

‘That's part of Armani's latest collection! It’s worth at least half a million!"

"If someone like him is considered poor, then I must be the dirt on the bottom of one’s shoes!"

Darius listened to the crowd's discussions and eventually cleared his throat.

At that moment, everyone fell silent. They fixated on Darius, eagerly anticipating what he had to say.

“Edward, I think you should get fired. Your actions now have severely gone against the company's rules and will negatively impact the company's image," Darius stated.

Edward’s face blanked when he heard that.

By the time he snapped to his senses, Darius was already approaching the middle-aged woman.

Desperate, Edward parted his lips but could not utter a word as he had never imagined this to happen.

Seeing the speechless Edward, anxiety overtook Bridget's senses as she rushed over to Darius.