The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Darius stepped inside the room and entered what seemed to be a study. There was a huge and neat mahogany desk in the room and behind the desk sat an old man. There were some documents littered on the table, and it seemed that the old man was going through them before Bruce knocked on the door.

Darius always expected the master to be someone who was high and haughty with plenty of beautiful ladies hanging around his arm. After all, he knew that the person behind this kind of wealth was far from being a simple person. However, his imagination was a little too wild and completely off the mark.

The master was no high and haughty person, but a simple old man. He was the kind of person you’ll feel obligated to help to cross the busy roads on the street.

As Darius was staring at the master, the master was also doing the same. He narrowed his eyes and adjusted his glasses a few times as if studying Darius like a specimen. After a few seconds of studying Darius he turned to Bruce who had just entered the room and asked him a question.

“Is this Darius Reid?”

“Yes master. He is indeed young master Reid.” Bruce answered, bowing deeply to the old man.

The old man eyes shone and as if he had finally been offered the item of his dream he stood from his chair and rushed over to Darius.

“My God! Is it really young Darius?!” The man said, touching Darius all over his body.

to move the old man away from him. He could tell

man was finally satisfied with touching Darius. He held Darius hands, showing no regards for his poor clothes and undesirable outfit. Although Darius didn’t know the old man, he felt really warm in his heart at that treatment. It was nice to see someone

to a chair in the study before sitting down in another chair

we’ve finally found you,

He was never missing, so why would they say

confusion in Darius face

You must have been very perplexed at the phone call you received from Bruce

nodded. He really needed an explanation for all these. The old man

years ago, when you were just four years old, my son Tristan Reid and his wife Diana Reid was making a trip to the family villa in Eastgreen Estate with you. We all thought

one for him. But he

wife died in the crash.” The old man said, and Darius could make out tears in the corner of the old man’s eyes. Although it

focused on his part time jobs to care about what he thought were trivial things, but when he heard the story

traces of your corpse found at the scene. Because of that, I

if you were alive or not. Finally, after 16 years, we were able to find

man with warmth in his gaze now. It turned out that his parents had died in a car crash, and his body was not