The Consortium’s Heir By Benjamin Chapter 150
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.
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. 1
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 liat 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.
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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 reluined Darius
greetings with a smile of his own, before driving out of the Reid Mansion; liis destination JUV 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 low Darius‘ standalonepany, West Antics Int‘l was faring to low he was adapting to
his responsibilities as the leir to the Reid Consortium
Before the conversation between lich could take a more serious tone, Bruce arrived at IUV Xenon
Hotels
The hotel really lived up to its expectations as a 10 star liolel. 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 lotel 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 dislies 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.