The Consortium's Heir novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163 “Darius. Long time no see. I hear you’ve recently become rich,” George sneered. Darius’ brows furrowed, forming a wrinkle on his once flawless face.

“George Jennings? I never thought I’d see you here,” he replied with his hands still in his pockets. Darius was unperturbed, as though nothing had happened.

Contrarily, sheer hatred exuded from a scowling George.

“I assumed you’d always work for your previous boss. It seems you’re not as much of an asset to him as I thought,” Darius continued, unbothered by George’s nasty expression. A scoff came from George just then. “I left that job. My current boss made the right decision in hiring me.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be taking my leave now.” Darius still could not care less. He doesn’t want to argue with him.

He wanted to leave but could not as George, who held a tray full of food, blocked his path.

A storm brewed in Darius’ eyes. His rage was so intense that anyone watching would get goosebumps.

“I’m very foul-tempered, especially toward those I disagreed with in the past.” Darius kept the same posture throughout the confrontation and added, “So, consider this your last chance to move.”

George did not take his words to heart. His face scrunched into a leer as he snapped, “I don’t know how you got in here, but you’re pretty unlucky to have bumped into me. I’ll have security kick you out!”

He whipped out his pager after saying that. Excitement flashed on his face while his body trembled, eager to humiliate Darius. Unfortunately, he had forgotten about the expensive dish on his tray. It tumbled onto the ground. Even if George surrendered all his assets and wealth, it would not make up for how much the dish cost. Not to mention, he had also broken the expensive plate that came with the dish.

A crisp shattering soon rang out. Darius glanced at George’s pallid face, sneering, “Oh? Are you afraid now?” That sparked a rage in George, his cheeks reddening in an instant. He gawked at Darius with a face full of panic while musing, “Damn it. If only no one were around. That way, I can pretend not to know anything and shove the blame onto any random waiter today. But Darius is here! He looked at the plate, and he knows what happened!”

George panícked. He had no clue how to get himself out of the sticky situation. However, he knew he was in big trouble unless he could resolve matters before his manager found out.

All of a sudden, his eyes lit up. “That’s a brilliant plan! I must be a genius!” he confidently thought. George then looked at Darius from top to bottom and bellowed, his voice increasing by the minute, “Darius! You entered this private room without permission! You violated our hotel’s

rules! That alone was a huge misstep, but now, you did something worse!” Darius smirked. “From the look of things, you intend to blame me for breaking that plate and dropping the dish, huh?”

George tensed up, surprised that his expression had revealed his scheme before he could say it. Then again, he knew there was only one solution now that Darius had discovered his plan make it a reality.

Still, Darius ignored him. His focus was on the man in a black suit approaching George from behind. He could tell that man was none other than the hotel’s manager. Once Darius saw the manager’s face, he cocked a brow, flashing an even more unimpressed look than when he bumped into George earlier. Never did he think he would encounter both of them here.

The manager was Alvin Kenyon.

Alvin was the part-time manager at Darius’ former workplace. He was a fat, bald old man with some wealth who often used his money to sleep with women. That was also the motivation behind his many illegal deeds. However, because Alvin was rich, he would bribe others into accepting punishment on his behalf.

Darius clenched his jaw as he recalled the past. Back then, Alvin tried to strip a girl against her will. She had just started college and decided to work at their company. Because Alvin had the upper hand, he shifted the blame onto Darius, causing the latter to get fired.

Darius was not in a position to pet angry or protest at the time, but now, the tables had turned

Thus, he spoke up before Alvin could make a move. “It’s been a while, Mr. Kenyon.”

Alvin never thought he would see Darius again in a similar situation. His smirk curved so much that it made his eyes narrow menacingly. “Long time no see. How’s life? Have you gone from being a lowly employee to a beggar? What a pity. Beggars are strictly prohibited from entering our hotel’s premises.”