The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Chapter 275

"Let's leave for now. I promise I’ll prove to you later that I'm not lying/’ Kate explained.

The chaotic scene was what Wilson saw when he rushed out to the yard. He froze, unable to take

another step now that everyone had seen him exit his villa.

Wilson was in a dilemma as it was not appropriate for him to stay or leave, and even if he did try to

excuse himself, there was no right way to do so.

Benji's eyes were still glued to Darius, not bothering to spare even a sideways glance at Wilson. His

fingers tautened around the bat again while his breathing grew heavy.

Standing opposite the former, Darius kept his hands in his pockets. It seemed as though he was

unperturbed, despite being the target of Benji’s murderous glares.

That only pissed Benji off more. He ground his teeth against each other so hard that his jaw hardened.

At the same time, he made sure to enunciate his following insult, "Fucking scumbag!"

Indeed, Benji saw Darius as nothing more than a complete scumbag. He felt annoyed, knowing the

latter was poor but continued to act like an affluent man. Toes curling with rage, Benji shot a

disapproving look at Darius and thought,

"The nerve of this guy! How dare he persist with his preposterous farce? I can't believe it! My niece has

always been a brilliant girl. How did she end up falling for this con artist?"

While he was deep in thought and wanted to ask Kate the reason behind her feelings, the other

members of the Anderson family that had joined him in traveling here spoke up.

A feminine voice tore through the air, shrilling with excitement. It sounded so harsh that it startled the

birds in the trees a distance away, causing them to fly for their lives.

That disrupted the impasse between Darius and Benji, who immediately looked at the source of the

shrilling.

It was a woman with long, lean facial features and fried blonde locks. She wore brightly colored clothes,

emphasizing her peculiar appearance even more. As she walked past the crowd and felt all eyes on

her, she was not the least uncomfortable; the attention was thrilling her, as one of the many people

staring at her was Wilson.

She cupped her bright red cheeks and exclaimed, "Wilson? Wilson Gillette, is that you? Is it actually

you? Is this your home?"

As soon as she spoke, Wilson instantly met her eyes and frowned with disgust. Nevertheless, he did

not act on his annoyance since Darius was beside him. He nodded, replying, "Yeah, that’s me. Can I

help you?"

The woman secretly rolled her eyes. Deep down, she did not care for idle chatter with Wilson.

However, she did not want to let such a good opportunity slip from her grasp; Wilson was, after all, an

authoritative and wealthy figure in all of Almiron city.

She had come up with many ways to secure a relationship with Wilson, even if she had to be his

mistress, but failed every time. Thus, she could not help approaching the man she once desired now

that he was in front of her.

Before she spoke, she sauntered toward Wilson, moving her slender legs slowly enough for everyone

to appreciate them. Such a situation was rare for her. Wanting to make the most of it, she took her

sweet time and prolonged her time in the spotlight.

Unfortunately, Wilson had run out of patience by then. He barked, "Cut to the chase! If you have

nothing to say, then please stop where you are or leave the premises at once."

Never in a million years did the woman think Wilson would say such mean words to her. She stiffened

on the spot, face turning pale as a sheet. She wanted to cry but could see the hatred in Wilson's gaze,

so she backed out of her original plan, her eyes darting everywhere as she tried to brainstorm a

solution to her awkward predicament.

Benji never thought he would be related to someone so embarrassing. Unable to accept the situation,

he slapped his forehead and thought,

"How revolting! I can't believe a member of my family would stoop to such humiliating flirting tactics.

Ugh, but I can't distance myself from her either- she’s literally my family."

All he could do was snarl at the woman, his voice low like a threatening growl. "Calypso! I suggest you

stop whatever you're doing now. Don't forget why we’re here!"

Then, the suspicion in the back of his mind since childhood surfaced-it was that his little sister, Calypso,

had always looked down on him. Only then did Benji realize Calypso never did what he asked since

childhood, not because she was a mischievous and stubborn child, but because she did not respect

him.

He arrived at that conclusion as Calypso did not stop; instead, her head whipped in the other direction,

not bothering to conceal the disgust in her eyes. That was his first time seeing such a look from his

sister. It caused every muscle in his body to tense.

Contrarily, Calypso paid no mind to his reaction and only yelled, "Shut up, you moron! You can't even

protect the Anderson family! Our brother's disappearance is bad because our family's enemies will

eventually track us down and threaten our lives! Thus, we need an influential person on our side-

someone others dare not question! Now, that man has appeared, so you should help me secure him!"

Benji's jaw clenched tightly at that point. No matter how much he did not want to admit it, he knew

Calypso was right. Still, his heart lurched sharply with discomfort at the idea.

Plus, seeing the disdainful scowl on his sister's face made his breathing rigid as he stood frozen and

silent.

A smug grin slithered up Calypso's face. Then, she spun on her heel to race toward Wilson, lowering

her body into the perfect curtsy while speaking in a honeyed voice.

"Mr. Gillette, I don’t think you know me, so allow me to introduce myself- my name is Calypso

Anderson, and I own 20 percent of the Anderson family's business shares."

She raised her chin, standing tall and proud about her ownership of the shares.

Unlike her, Wilson shrunk slightly, feeling awkward by her brazen attempt to secure his alliance,

especially since he was no longer the chairman of the Gillette Group.

He helplessly pondered, "This woman's greedy and flirtatious look should be directed at Darius instead

of me."