The Consortium’s Heir By Benjamin Jnr Chapter 11
Just like that, the weekend passed in the blink of an eye and it was Sunday evening. Darius checked
his schedule and confirmed that while he did not have sses on Monday, he would need to resume
sses on Tuesday. This meant that he could no longer stay at the Reid mansion, and that his time
here was over. Over the weekend, apart from receiving the ck card and two new super cars, Darius
grandfather James Reid also gave him a new phone. The phone was thetest phone produced from
the leading technologypany Nix Inc. The phone was ck in colour and also had the stylish ‘R’
written on the back in gold colour which proved that the phone was also customized. Also, apart from
the 10 billion dors in the ck card, his grandfather had transferred an additional $5,000,000,000 to
his regr bank ount, which meant he now had a total of $15B on his person. His chaotic weekend
was finally over and he would be leaving the mansion now. He went from being dumped by the girl he
dated for less than a month to bing the head of the Reid Consortium. He also met his grandfather
and heard vital news about his birth parents. All in all, it was a good weekend. After a brief farewell,
which James shed some tears, Bruce offered to drop him at his dorm in the university, but Darius
declined. He had checked thements about school after getting a new phone and knew that he was
now the subject of ridicule. David had even promised to make his life hell for him when he returned. He
knew that Bruce idea of dropping him off was driving him to school in a Rolls-Royce car that was
probably three times the amount of the most expensive car on their campus. It would only bring
unwanted attention to him and perhaps the ire of the whole student body. What he needed to do was to
stay away from prying eyes until the rumors died down. That way he could slowly reveal his wealth
without cing much attention on himself. After bidding his final farewell to his family, he turned and left
the mansion. Bruce and James kept watching Darius until he was no longer visible in their line of sight.
James sighed before turning back and started walking towards the entrance to the mansion, with Bruce
following closely. They had done their job and finally found the heir to the Reid Consortium. Everything
was up to Darius now. Darius boarded a cab that took him back to his dormitory. He had to constantly
look at the phone in his hand to remind himself that he was no longer a poor peasant but a rich man.
Darius smiled. He was no longer going to live a pitiful life anymore. The cab stopped him outside his
dormitory. As it was a Sunday evening the dormitory was slightly deserted. It was normal, as during this
time of the day the rich people in his campus were taking the girls out on dinner dates or the couples
were doing their thing. Darius sighed. If it were before he found out his true identity he would also be
among the people taking their girlfriends for dinner dates with the miserable amount of money he
had. Darius got to his dorm room thinking about it and opened the door. However, he was greeted by
several bro hugs which broke him out of his reverie. “Darius!” Rudd eximed, giving Darius a very
tight hug. He had missed Darius and worried everyday about him. “Rudd.” Darius responded lightly.
However he was d that his friends missed him. Greg and Marcus also gave Darius friendly and
warm bro hugs before separating from him. They too had missed their dorm mate and friend. They had
been really worried when he left them at the police station after his abrupt break up with Sarah and
went AWOL for two days, but after seeing him now, they were now rxed and their hearts were at
ease. “I’m sure you haven’t eaten since.” Rudd said. He walked to the table in the dorm and brought
out a wrapped baggage then handed it to Darius. “That is your favorite meal I got from TFC.” Rudd
said, smiling widely. Darius remembered TFC, which was short for ‘Tasty Fried Chicken.’ It was a top
foodpany that was ranked 67th globally. Darius could barely afford a single meal there before and
would have to save up his money from part time work for months before he could afford his favorite
meal there, as it cost $200. As a result, he only treated himself to TFC meals when he had achieved
something noteworthy, and felt the need to congratte himself or times like this when Rudd or his
dorm mates bought it and gave it to him. However that was then. He remembered seeing TFC on the
list ofpanies under the Reid Consortium with yearly revenue of around $90B, which meant he was
indirectly the owner of TFC now. He could now afford the most expensive meal at TFC without any
problem. Darius smiled and collected the meal from Rudd’s outstretched hands. He was eternally
grateful that he had like these three who did not care about his background and poverty. He thought
about telling them about his identity as the head of the Reid Consortium, but ultimately decided against
it. There was little chance that they’d believe him anyway. It was best to keep things under wraps for
now. The rest of the night was spent in a fun manner. The four boysughed and joked around as
Darius ate; and after he was done eating, they set up video games which they took turn ying. After
ying video gameste into the night, they were finally tired and decided to call it a night. Darius
climbed unto his dorm bed and stared at the white ceiling. However, his thoughts were upied with
various things. Now that he was rich, he figured out that it was time for him to change his outfit. After
all, he had received 10 billion dors from his grandfather just for that purpose. He couldn’t keep on
wearing rags in campus anymore. If he wanted to change his status as a pauper he needed to stop
behaving like one. After concluding his schedule for the next day, Darius drifted to sleep peacefully.
Just like that, the weekend passed in the blink of an eye and it was Sunday evening. Darius checked
his schedule and confirmed that while he did not have sses on Monday, he would need to resume
sses on Tuesday. This meant that he could no longer stay at the Reid mansion, and that his time
here was over. Over the weekend, apart from receiving the ck card and two new super cars, Darius
grandfather James Reid also gave him a new phone. The phone was thetest phone produced from
the leading technologypany Nix Inc. The phone was ck in colour and also had the stylish ‘R’
written on the back in gold colour which proved that the phone was also customized. Also, apart from
the 10 billion dors in the ck card, his grandfather had transferred an additional $5,000,000,000 to
his regr bank ount, which meant he now had a total of $15B on his person. His chaotic weekend
was finally over and he would be leaving the mansion now. He went from being dumped by the girl he
dated for less than a month to bing the head of the Reid Consortium. He also met his grandfather
and heard vital news about his birth parents. All in all, it was a good weekend. After a brief farewell,
which James shed some tears, Bruce offered to drop him at his dorm in the university, but Darius
declined. He had checked thements about school after getting a new phone and knew that he was
now the subject of ridicule. David had even promised to make his life hell for him when he returned. He
knew that Bruce idea of dropping him off was driving him to school in a Rolls-Royce car that was
probably three times the amount of the most expensive car on their campus. It would only bring
unwanted attention to him and perhaps the ire of the whole student body. What he needed to do was to
stay away from prying eyes until the rumors died down. That way he could slowly reveal his wealthN?velDrama.Org owns this.
without cing much attention on himself. After bidding his final farewell to his family, he turned and left
the mansion. Bruce and James kept watching Darius until he was no longer visible in their line of sight.
James sighed before turning back and started walking towards the entrance to the mansion, with Bruce
following closely. They had done their job and finally found the heir to the Reid Consortium. Everything
was up to Darius now. Darius boarded a cab that took him back to his dormitory. He had to constantly
look at the phone in his hand to remind himself that he was no longer a poor peasant but a rich man.
Darius smiled. He was no longer going to live a pitiful life anymore. The cab stopped him outside his
dormitory. As it was a Sunday evening the dormitory was slightly deserted. It was normal, as during this
time of the day the rich people in his campus were taking the girls out on dinner dates or the couples
were doing their thing. Darius sighed. If it were before he found out his true identity he would also be
among the people taking their girlfriends for dinner dates with the miserable amount of money he
had. Darius got to his dorm room thinking about it and opened the door. However, he was greeted by
several bro hugs which broke him out of his reverie. “Darius!” Rudd eximed, giving Darius a very
tight hug. He had missed Darius and worried everyday about him. “Rudd.” Darius responded lightly.
However he was d that his friends missed him. Greg and Marcus also gave Darius friendly and
warm bro hugs before separating from him. They too had missed their dorm mate and friend. They had
been really worried when he left them at the police station after his abrupt break up with Sarah and
went AWOL for two days, but after seeing him now, they were now rxed and their hearts were at
ease. “I’m sure you haven’t eaten since.” Rudd said. He walked to the table in the dorm and brought
out a wrapped baggage then handed it to Darius. “That is your favorite meal I got from TFC.” Rudd
said, smiling widely. Darius remembered TFC, which was short for ‘Tasty Fried Chicken.’ It was a top
foodpany that was ranked 67th globally. Darius could barely afford a single meal there before and
would have to save up his money from part time work for months before he could afford his favorite
meal there, as it cost $200. As a result, he only treated himself to TFC meals when he had achieved
something noteworthy, and felt the need to congratte himself or times like this when Rudd or his
dorm mates bought it and gave it to him. However that was then. He remembered seeing TFC on the
list ofpanies under the Reid Consortium with yearly revenue of around $90B, which meant he was
indirectly the owner of TFC now. He could now afford the most expensive meal at TFC without any
problem. Darius smiled and collected the meal from Rudd’s outstretched hands. He was eternally
grateful that he had like these three who did not care about his background and poverty. He thought
about telling them about his identity as the head of the Reid Consortium, but ultimately decided against
it. There was little chance that they’d believe him anyway. It was best to keep things under wraps for
now. The rest of the night was spent in a fun manner. The four boysughed and joked around as
Darius ate; and after he was done eating, they set up video games which they took turn ying. After
ying video gameste into the night, they were finally tired and decided to call it a night. Darius
climbed unto his dorm bed and stared at the white ceiling. However, his thoughts were upied with
various things. Now that he was rich, he figured out that it was time for him to change his outfit. After
all, he had received 10 billion dors from his grandfather just for that purpose. He couldn’t keep on
wearing rags in campus anymore. If he wanted to change his status as a pauper he needed to stop
behaving like one. After concluding his schedule for the next day, Darius drifted to sleep peacefully.