Chapter 271


    “I’ll ept your condition as you''re already being so generous,” Darius said while getting off the bench


    to stand. He shoved his hands in his pockets, turned, then headed for the Gillette family''s vi.


    "Since both our secretaries aren''t here, only you are avable to draft an agreement on our share


    transfer."


    Wilson shut his eyes. Yet, a secondter, he rushed up to Darius and entered his vi alongside the


    latter. A look of resignation shrouded his face like a dark cloud, but Wilson had to do so to survive.


    After all, there was no telling if he could keep Remnard Estate; perhaps the estate''s vi and every


    piece of furniture inside it would no longer be his if he disobeyed Darius.


    There were many thoughts in Wilson''s head, but he kept his face nk the entire time. When he


    entered the study, he found Darius sitting on the ergonomic chair behind the desk.


    Thetter even considerately turned the monitor and keyboard in Wilson''s direction, ready to have the


    agreement drafted.


    Wilson could not keep a collected expression. At that point, he finally realized everything he once


    owned was no longer his-they were now Darius


    Even the study that was his an hour ago had now belonged to thetter. Thus, he entered the room


    and could only sit at the desk as a guest.


    That set off an unprecedented heartache in Wilson. These emotions were so powerful that he could not


    disguise them. He took a deep exhale, raised both hands that were trembling, and willed himself to put


    them on the keyboard.


    The entire process took about three minutes. Then, he looked at the monitor screen, not saying


    anything more as he typed up the agreement without stopping.


    Opposite him, Darius remained calm as always. He casually reached out to grab and flip through some


    documents around.


    Suddenly, his brows twisted into a deep frown while he mmed a specific sheet of paper onto the


    desk.


    Never did Wilson think Darius would react with such anger, so themotion jolted him, his hands


    jerking against many keys at once.


    Fearful and unsettled, he immediately looked at Darius.


    Wilson then pursed his lips, wanting to ask Darius what had happened. Yet, when he noticed Darius’


    furious expression, he chose to keep quiet.


    Darius closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. Afterposing himself, he parted his lips to say, "Did you


    know that the Dream


    Investment Group has practically overpowered the Gillette Group and is making thetter a mere


    figurehead?"


    "Y-Yes," replied a trembling Wilson. Moments passed before he lowered his head and nodded. "I''m


    aware. And without me, their ns wouldn''t have gone so smoothly."


    A sharp inhale came from Darius, who did not expect the former to admit the truth candidly. He


    rammed his fist against the table, snarling with absolute certainty, “Yet, you never intended to tell me


    about this before?"


    His piercing gaze drilled into Wilson as he saw thetter in a new light, thinking, "Wilson withheld


    critical information even though he was desperately begging me to spare him."


    Wilson realized how things seemed in the former’s eyes. He became as pale as chalk, sitting stiffer


    than before with both hands by his side.


    "I-I can exin," he uttered with the utmost seriousness before falling silent and cautiously eying


    Darius. He figured there was no point exining if Darius did not want to listen, so he shot to his feet


    and calmly waited.


    "Go ahead. Try to exin it," said a nodding Darius. He then leaned back into the ergonomic chair,


    crossing one leg over the other.


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    Wilson felt an immense pressure radiating from Darius, which made him nervous again. He had never


    experienced such defeat before, so he was too busy thinking to raise the issue with Darius.


    Now, he was alone with some useless bodyguards and had to face off against Darius. He did not even


    consider the Dream Investment Group, which tried to murder him earlier, as it was crystal clear he


    could not rely on them.


    He mused, "Darius is a young man. Although hees from a very influential family, he doesn''t pose


    as much of a threat. He may be highly skilled in fighting, but it doesn''t mean he''s equally as intelligent.


    On the other hand, I''ve faced many of the Dream Investment Group''s members, all of which are


    remarkable in terms of brains and brawn-"


    That was when Wilson suddenly recalled in his mind, "I wasn’t terrified when those guys surrounded


    me, though. But now, standing before Darius, I feel a growing terror gnawing at my insides. It''s been


    spreading, bing more intense since we first confronted each other. I''ve never felt this way before."


    His brows furrowed while confusion filled his gaze. Without giving it much thought, he caved into his


    curiosity and examined Darius.


    Meanwhile, Darius did not know what Wilson was thinking, but thetter''s gaze irritated him. So, he


    stood to grab a fistful of Wilson''s hair.


    "I believe I''ve continually been nice to you-kind, even-when our conflict today started. Yet, the way


    you''re repaying me now is putting me in all sorts of bad moods. I’m pissed."


    Darius then tapped Wilson''s forehead twice with one finger. Although the former did not use much


    force, Wilson could feel himself lose the ability to stand.


    His head tipped forward, and he bowed without much resistance.