The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 299

Taken aback, Edward whipped his head around to look at Erin. He immediately understood when he saw the beads of sweat on her forehead and the goosebumps all over her arms. Lips pursed, he headed back to her side.

Time had never felt this slow to Erin before. Things already felt like they had been dragging on for a while, but Edward’s slow pacing made things worse for her. She glared daggers at him when he stopped to cast one last glance at the group of youngsters before finally running back to the car.

Erin’s gaze was equally as frosty as her voice by then. She was quick to bark at him, "Get in."

That was the first time Edward had seen the icy side of Erin. However, he knew why she was upset, so he kept quiet and obediently got into the driver's seat. Edward took longer than expected, not knowing how to respond to the group of youngsters that caused him so much trouble.

He could tell some of the teenagers in the group were genuinely sorry but had to stick up for Maurice since they were friends.

Edward had not interacted with other people for some time, so he did not know what to say except cast a deadpan stare at the group. He pondered how to react suitably while returning to the driver's seat.

As he reached for the door handle, he felt something shoving into his lower back. Given how tough and concave in the middle it was, Edward knew the item was not something harmless like a tree branch. He halted in his step but remained relaxed with both hands in his pockets.

"You know, sneaking up on me is dangerous,” he lazily commented. While doing so, he fixated on the blond, who had snuck behind him.

Some time had passed when Darius traveled to the scene. He watched the entire thing unfold, only stepping out of the crowd and revealing himself now that things had escalated.

Meanwhile, Edward grinned and spoke casually. "I’m impressed. No one has held me at gunpoint like this for a long time. Then again, perhaps it’s because I learned to wield a gun better than anyone else before you were born."

He could tell the boy behind him was growing tense. Yet, immediately after, he heard a thump and no longer felt the gun's barrel driving into his lower back. He then noticed an additional shadow on the ground-someone new had attacked the blond boy and was approaching Edward.

Raising a brow, Edward spun on his heel to face the new person.

"Mr. Reid? What are you doing here?” asked Edward, whose face had instinctively relaxed.

At that moment, Darius stood with his back straight and hands in his pockets. He looked down at the teenage boy while replying to Edward, "Bridget sensed that you and Erin were in danger. We happened to wrap things up at Remnard Estate, so we came over."

Edward could not tell how Darius felt from the latter's emotionless tone. Nevertheless, Edward heaved a sigh of relief, especially when he saw Darius’ foot was on the blond boy’s chest.

On the other hand, Darius never thought he would see Edward being held at gunpoint by a young blond when he rushed over. Thus, he wasted no time in knocking over the boy to the ground.

Only after Darius stomped on the boy's chest and heard a pained cry did Darius realize something was off. So, he lightly flipped the boy over with the tip of his foot.

That was when Darius saw the blond boy’s youthful face and frowned. Moments of silence passed before he finally uttered, "You look like you're only 15."

No one imagined that would happen. Still, nobody reacted except for the blond on the ground, whose eyes turned red with rage. If Darius were an easily frightened person, he would undoubtedly quiver from being glared at by the blond. Sadly, that was not the case-Darius was Darius, after all.

He kept mum and exerted more force through his foot, setting off a louder and even more pained cry from the blond. A hint of annoyance flashed past Darius’ face, but it soon vanished as he reached out to massage his temples.

"If you continue staring at me with that attitude of yours,” Darius blandly stated, "I can assure you that you'll end up miserable."

The blond's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets from how bitter he felt. Even so, he refrained from rebuking.

"I'm impressed. You managed to adjust your emotions in the nick of time,” said Darius, who sarcastically quirked a brow.

At that point, the blond was about to blow his top for two reasons; firstly, he had never been helplessly stepped on by someone else, much less in front of an entire crowd. The second was that his family owned the most money and firearms among his friends, yet he did not have his own gun. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

On top of that, Maurice beat him to aiming a gun at Edward. Both these things could negatively affect his reputation, and they happened at the same time before his friend group at the scene.

Darius frowned at the blond, whose eyes had shut but were rolling beneath his eyelids.

"You held a gun against my staff, which upset me greatly. If that wasn't enough, you're rolling your eyes at me with that attitude and worsening my mood even more.” While saying that, Darius reached for his gun in the holster behind him.

He was unwilling to frighten a teenager but felt it was necessary to teach the blond a lesson on gun safety, so he loaded his gun. When the blond heard the metallic clicking sound of a firearm getting loaded, his eyes shot open, and he spoke without thinking twice. "My attitude? What about it? Your staff was the one who drove onto the main road and crashed into my racing fleet. It's all his fault! Yet, you guys didn't apologize and are making me do it instead! I, Austin Anderson, have never apologized to anyone in my life, nor will I start now because I’m not at fault here!”

Hearing the blond's family name caused Darius to freeze in his tracks. The cogs in his mind speedily spun as he found the situation too much of a coincidence.