The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 232

She saw Shelvin and Darius’ eyes sweep over their surroundings and finally land on her for the longest time, but they didn't move.

This made her feel uneasy. She frowned, then swiftly walked over to them.

Then, she held her head high and said, "What are you looking at? I bet you’ve been spending all your time ogling at women instead of working, judging from the fact that you can only afford to drive a car worth half a million. If I were you, I wouldn’t just stand here and gape like an idiot; it won’t earn you any money. You'll just be depressed that none of these women you’re ogling will be yours."

Darius’ lips twitched. Honestly, he didn’t think it’d be an easy feat to find someone wealthier than him, but it was obvious that Samantha disagreed with him. A trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes and quickly disappeared.

Samantha suspected she was seeing things, and since she couldn't figure out what was happening, she stopped thinking about it. She stalked toward Darius and closed the distance between them, finally standing nose-to-nose with him.

Darius grabbed her by the back of her neck without saying a word. " I'm not used to coming into such close contact with anyone, and if you insist on doing this, don’t blame me for whatever happens next." Samantha's eyes widened. She couldn’t believe he'd said something like that to her, but she didn’t seem to have a choice. As she got ready to stand her ground, she suddenly felt the grip around her neck tighten.

Before she realized what was going on, the grip loosened. She’d never experienced this, and she let out a cry of terror.

Darius narrowed his eyes at her. "You may not know this, but I don’t have the best of tempers. If you continue screaming, I guarantee you won’t live to see the Gillette family." Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She didn’t want to believe him, but she knew that she had no choice. She forced herself to shut her mouth.

Darius exhaled. "Now, you just need to answer my questions. If you upset me at any point, I promise that you’ll regret it."

Samantha’s expression turned murderous. She glared at him and scoffed, but she didn’t say anything. Then, she closed her eyes and turned her head away, not wanting to look at him at all.

Darius could sense her rage, but he couldn’t care less. He said bluntly, "You don’t look like a normal person, and something seems to be wrong with your mental state. Why has the Gillette family tolerated you for so many years?"

Samantha started flailing. She glared at Darius, the hatred in her eyes practically spilling over. "I don’t understand what you're talking about." Her breathing sped up, and her hatred turned into anxiety. "Cut the crap! It’s not going to do you any good!"

Darius looked into her eyes and saw her gaze darting around. He knew she wasn’t telling the truth, so he sighed. "It looks like you still don’t know what sort of circumstances you’re under. Or is it because you think your father’s influential enough to keep things under wraps and hidden from my investigation?"

Obviously, Samantha agreed with his question. She still didn’t say anything, though. Darius sighed again and looked at Erin. "She seems to be horribly mistaken about us. It’s up to you to correct her."

Erin nodded confidently and said, "Don’t worry, Mr. Reid. [1] make sure she knows how wrong she is." She stretched her neck and placed her fingers on the keyboard again.

Her actions made Samantha feel inexplicably anxious, reminding her of how quickly Erin had bought 10 percent of the hotel’s shares. She’d never seen someone work so quickly, so she wasn’t too sure that Darius wouldn’t discover her secret.

The cogs in her brain whirred as she tried to think of a way to resolve this. Unfortunately for her, nothing seemed to work. She shut her eyes again and took a deep breath before looking at

Darius. "I can tell you what you want to know, but you must let me go and return the shares you stole from my father!" Her gaze was defiant.

Darius rolled his eyes at her. "I’m going to have to correct you there. I didn’t steal anything from your father; I bought them from him fair and square. Also, you need to understand that even if I did steal something from him, he’d thank me profusely."

Samantha’s eyes widened at his words. Then, she sucked in a deep breath and spat at him. It didn’t reach him, but this didn’t stop

Darius from getting mad. She felt the grip around her neck tighten, cutting off her oxygen supply. However, she looked ecstatic.

"You're angry now, aren’t you? If you harm a hair on my head, I promise this will be the last day of your life."

Darius narrowed his eyes. There was something odd about this woman's body... She seemed to be telling the truth.