The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 300

Austin lay on the ground, watching as Darius fell deep into thought. He could not help smugly raising his chin, saying," Oh? Are you afraid now that you've heard my name? Let me tell you this-it's too late to beg for my forgiveness now! Because, as the Anderson family’s only heir, I won't let you off the hook easily!”

He simultaneously gripped Darius’ foot, trying to push it off his chest. However, he soon clenched his jaw and narrowed his brows into a deep V when he failed to make Darius budge.

The latter's foot stayed unmoving on his body like a massive boulder, and he could not do anything about it. Having depleted his strength, he stopped resisting. His arms sprawled on the ground as he gritted his teeth.

"I'm warning you! Get your foot off me now and kneel to prove your gratitude toward me for sparing you! Because in two days, I might become Anderson Group's chairman! I promise that you would've gotten shot to death if you had crossed me after I inherited my family's business!"

As Austin said that, he glanced at the gun in Darius' hand. A second passed when all color drained from his face. He then tried to get up again but failed; the pressure from Darius ' foot caused Austin's body to slam into the ground harder than before. It removed any of Austin’s will to get back on his feet. He merely lay still with his eyes locked on Darius. Darius, on the other hand, was casually wiping his gun. He breathed regularly for the most part, save for one long sigh he let out before speaking.

"How obedient of you. Seeing you comply pleases me, but it's a shame because you're too late. If only you had thought to do so sooner."

He pulled the trigger while saying that. Following that, the trigger lock clicked and released itself.

Fear thrummed in Austin’s veins, causing him to stiffen like a corpse. He struggled to open his mouth and utter even a squeak.

Nevertheless, he did his best to mutter, "W-Who are you? How do you have such a modern gun? There's no way a poor person like yourself can own it!”

"That's funny. Where do you think I would get a gun like this if it weren't mine?" Darius’ brows drew close, yet he flashed Austin a smile. He also bent forward, reaching out to aim the holster at the latter's head.

That made Austin turn even paler than before. Although he wanted to beg for mercy, he did not as his eyes darted everywhere, taking in his many companions’ faces. They could have left or even spoken up on his behalf to appease Darius’ anger, but they did not.

Austin clenched his teeth, thundering in his heart, "These useless idiots froze like statues the moment I got in trouble! They literally serve no purpose to me except for getting in my way!”

A murderous tinge of red seeped into his eyes as he glowered at his companions. He parted his lips, ready to kick up a fuss. Yet, when he noticed their cautious, almost pondering looks, his last bit of common sense kicked in-he ultimately held back from insulting them.

Unfortunately, his furious gaze made his thoughts more than clear to his companions, so none of them were willing to defend him. They did not leave either, for fear that the tables would turn after they left.

After all, Austin was right about one thing-his father, William Anderson, was missing, which meant only he could inherit the family business.

Darius’ gaze swept past the group of youngsters. The corners of his lips eventually curled upward into a sneer.

Meanwhile, Austin could not tell what Darius’ expression entailed. He assumed the latter was not planning to let him off the hook, so he grinned too.

"Good choice," he quickly and lousy said with a no longer heavy tone. Likewise, he shot a hinting look at Darius’ foot, then back at Darius. "Since you made the right decision, I'll arrange for you to have a staff position in Anderson Group once I inherit the company and my family's wealth.”

That only made Darius’ nose scrunch up with even more distaste.

Austin was quick to frown but thought, "Did I misinterpret his smile earlier? No, it can’t be! No one would ever reject such a great job offer from a future chairman of a renowned company.”

Thus, he reached out and gently tapped Darius’ shoe, saying, "I think this is where you take your foot off me.” Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Immediately after, he felt Darius' foot sink deeper into his chest, pushing the limits of the pressure that his body could withstand.

A chilling crack then filled the air while blood splattered from his mouth.

Pain gnawed at Austin's every muscle and bone, making it impossible for him to shut his eyes. Because of that, he saw Darius’ foot retract right before he coughed up blood.

"This guy knows! He did it on purpose, knowing that my body couldn't stand any more pressure!" Austin snarled in his mind before raising a finger at Darius, wanting to voice his rage.

Nothing but a smile showed on Darius’ face as he placed both hands behind his back.

"You've told plenty of lies to my face and perhaps to your friends, too,” he said. Complex emotions swirled in his eyes while he scanned every person at the scene. The other teenagers lowered their

heads, not daring to look into Darius ' eyes.

That elicited a scoff from Darius before he locked gazes with Austin again, pointing out, “I don’t know what makes you think the Anderson family's assets will belong to you."

He leaned against the car, sighing deeply.

"Moreover, I'm puzzled by one thing-the Anderson family may not be part of the elite social class, but why hasn't anyone tried to look for your so-called ‘father’ now that he's disappeared?”