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.

uncomfortable at first, but decided not to move the old man away from him. He could tell that the old man was having a moment as tears fell

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

a chair in the study before sitting down in another chair opposite his. Bruce

finally found you,

He was never missing, so why would they say that they had found

old man noticed the confusion

very confused right now. You must have been very perplexed at the phone call you received

really needed an explanation for all these. The old man sighed again before

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 that it would be a very smooth trip, but that was not the

man was about to tell him was a very painful one for him. But he needed to hear the story, no matter

man said, and Darius could make

about his parents before. He was too focused on his part time jobs to care about what he thought were trivial things, but when he heard the story of what happened to his parents,

there was no record or traces of your corpse found at the scene. Because of that, I strongly believed you were

alive or not. Finally, after 16 years, we were able to find you.” The old man said; tears of

man with warmth in his gaze now. It turned out that his parents had died in a car crash, and his