The Consortium’s Heir By Benjamin Chapter 148


    The dinner invitation was to be held at IUV Xenon Hotels in two days time, so there was no rush for the


    both of them to attend it.


    Darius had to admit that Maxwell Finn had a shrewd look to things. The reason was that Darius had


    just been discharged from the hospital, so it would bepletely counterproductive to invite him to on


    the day of his discharge.


    His decision to invite them two dayster was a thoughtful one, and even though Darius was heavily


    biased against the Finn Conglomerate, this at least scored them some brownie points in preparation for


    the uing dinner.


    The two days passed quickly without any major events happening, and it was now the night for the


    dinner.


    Darius who was now in tip top shape put in more effort in his dressing than usual. Usually on asions


    like these, he would dress casually, but this time he wanted to strike an impression on Maxwell Finn,


    ande out as overbearing.


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    No matter what trump card Maxwell Finn had that he thought he could use to escape vengeance from


    the Reid Consortium, he needed to make sure that he was on the backseat on the negotiations from


    the very start. As such, he was dressed in a ck tuxedo that brought out his charm, with his hair


    neatly styled. He still wore the wristwatch Bruce got for him, as the wristwatch had a sentimental value


    attached to it.


    When he was done dressing, hepletely shed his image of a na?ve son of a wealthy consortium,


    and came off as a top head of the said consortium. There was this imperial aura surrounding him, and


    even his grandfather was taken aback at the aura he gave.


    Speaking of his grandfather, he was also dressed exquisitely and domineeringly in a ck three piece


    suit, a hat and an intricately designed cane. With a pair of round sses to top it off, hepletely


    nailed the mafia head look.


    Coupled with the fact that he had been the head of a financial group way longer than Darius was, his


    aura was even more suffocating and overbearing.


    Darius couldn‘t help but let out a helpless sigh at that. Maxwell Finn was definitely in for a long night.


    “Let‘s go.” Darius grandfather said, and with that he walked past the hallway disyed with different


    artistic exhibitions, with Darius following closely behind. This time around, rather than James Reid


    favorite white Rolls–Royce, a stunning ck Maybach was parked neatly, with Bruce waiting for their


    arrival in the luxury car. Darius gave a small smile as acknowledgement to Bruce as he and his


    grandfather got inside the vehicle, and Bruce returned Darius greetings with a smile of his own, before


    driving out of the Reid Mansion; his destination IUV Xenon Hotels.


    The ride to IUV Xenon Hotels, the only 10 star hotel owned by the Finn Conglomerate themselves was


    pleasant and uneventful. Darius and his grandfather engaged in light


    conversations along the way, ranging from how Darius‘ standalonepany; West Antics Int‘l was


    faring to how he was adapting to his responsibilities as the heir to the Reid Consortium.


    Before the conversation between them could take a more serious tone, Bruce arrived at IUV Xenon


    Hotels.


    The hotel really lived up to its expectations as a 10 star hotel. This was expected, as it was one of the


    forefront ventures the Finn conglomerate had paid a lot of attention to. Everything in the hotel was of


    the best quality, so it was no wonder as to how it maintained its status as a 10 star hotel.


    It was said to rake in a whooping sum of over 100 million dors monthly in pure profits alone, which


    was an annual profit of 1.2 billion dors yearly. It was an astronomical sum, even for Darius. As they


    made their way to the private room where the meeting would be held, both Darius and his grandfather


    were impressed at the high level of management that had gone into managing the hotel. It wasn‘t


    everyday they saw a hotel of this caliber. After walking more than three minutes, the two of them finally


    arrived at the location for the dinner invitation. There was already an expensively dressed waiter


    waiting for their appearance at the door, hence the moment he saw them, he bowed deeply and


    opened the door for them, before guiding them to their seats.


    The room they were having the dinner was spacious andvishly designed, and it was obvious that


    Maxwell Finn wanted to impress them before the dinner even started.


    There was a table in the center of the room, and on the table were many exquisite and delectable


    looking dishes Darius presumed to be made by a first ss chef. However, the most eye catching thing


    on the table wasn‘t the meal, but a man in his early fifties that was seatedposedly beside the table.


    He had ck hair with some grey patches that was slicked back, and he was dressed in a brown three


    piece suit, and a limited edition Rolex wristwatch adorned his wrist.


    Like Darius and his grandfather, he had also decided to look his best. After all, this was a very


    important meeting for him and the Finn conglomerate.


    Of course, this man was none other than Michael Finn‘s father and the current head of the Finn


    Conglomerate; Maxwell Finn.