The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Chapter 68

(Reid Mansion)

James Reid, Darius' grandfather and former head of the Reid consortium was going through some documents in his study. The documents

were a report of how well Darius had been performing as the new head of the Reid consortium.

Ever since he handed the leadership of the Reid consortium down to Darius, his life had been very basic. Apart from the occasional reports

of how the companies were faring, he completely detached himself from company matters.

He would have not demanded the reports of how the companies were faring, but he needed to know, as Darius was merely a student and

still new to the business world. Therefore he was glad when he read the reports and saw that Darius was doing incredibly well. There were

even increases in the stock of the companies.

James sighed. He was indeed glad, as it proved that his grandson was just as shrewd as the rest of the Reid family when it came to

business. He sighed again. He was now getting older as he was 72 years old now. He no longer had the energy to handle a consortium as

large as the Reid consortium.

He was always worried about who would inherit the company, and which led him to have so many sleepless nights. Therefore one could

imagine his joy when he finally found Darius. He was even gladder that Darius was handling everything perfectly. With what he read from the

reports, he didn't need to worry anymore.

He was still deep in thought when the door to his study abruptly opened. He jolted out of his reverie and was about to scold whoever entered

for his lack of courtesy, but when he saw the panicked look on Bruce's face, he refrained from doing so.

"Mr. Reid! There's trouble!" Bruce exclaimed in an equally panicked voice.

James frowned at Bruce's words. In all the years Bruce started working for him he had never seen him get so worked up. Even when he lost

his son and daughter-in-law in a car accident Bruce was still more composed than this. What could have possibly happened that would make

him lose his cool so much?

"What is the problem Bruce? Calm down." James replied calmly.

"It's Young master Reid! He's in trouble!" Bruce answered exasperatedly.

The expression on James' face changed drastically at Bruce's words. His grandson was in trouble?

"Lead me to him immediately!" James bellowed immediately; standing up from his chair and rushing

out the door. There was no longer calmness in his strides or demeanor.

"Certainly Mr. Reid!" Bruce replied.

Together the duo walked briskly outside the mansion. There, three silver limited edition Rolls Royce

cars were neatly parked, with enough bodyguards stationed near the cars for security.

Bruce and James entered the Rolls-Royce in the middle, and the bodyguards closed the door before

entering the driver's seats and drove off, exiting the mansion.

When the car pulled out of the compound, James turned to Bruce and questioned in an alarmed tone.

"What exactly happened to my grandson?! What kind of trouble is he in?"

"I got a call from his personal assistant an hour ago. She said Darius was attacked by an unknown

person and is in a critical condition. He was injured so badly and was in a terrible state when he was

found by the security personnel. He was transferred to the hospital immediately, but his injuries are too

severe, and they are not sure how long he can live for." Bruce explained the situation at a go. 1

He was in Venus city for a personal assignment when he received the call from Erin. As Venus city was

quite the distance from the Reid mansion, he had to come here by Helicopter. By the time he arrived,

an hour had already gone by.

James paled even more at Bruce’s words. His grandson was attacked? And was in critical condition at

that?

The situation with Darius was even more serious than he thought!

"Drive to the hospital as fast as you can!" James exclaimed, hollering at the driver to increase his

speed.

"Yes sir!” came the driver's response before stepping on the accelerator, increasing the speed. They

were now driving as fast as the Rolls-Royce could go.

On the journey, James kept fidgeting on his seat. He was incredibly worried about the state of his

grandson. Just months after finally finding him, such a tragedy happened. He shook his head at that

thought. No matter what happened he could not allow Darius to die He had to live at all costs!

"What about the attacker? Have you found any information about him?" James asked. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes. Someone

had the audacity and effrontery to lay a hand on a member of the Reid family, and not just any member, but the head of the Reid consortium

himself. He could not overlook such action, especially when the victim was his grandson.

"I've ordered our men to look into it Mr. Reid." Bruce answered. He too was shocked that someone had the guts to hurt a member of the Reid

family.

"Good. Make it quick. I've been too low profile nowadays so some people must think that we're now easy to deal with." James said.

Bruce was about to reply when the car came to a stop. At that moment, the driver's voice echoed in the car.

"We've arrived at the hospital now Mr. Reid." The bodyguards alighted from the other two Rolls- Royce and rushed to James' Rolls-Royce.

They aligned themselves neatly in two rows, garnering attention from the onlookers in the hospital. They then opened the door to the Rolls-

Royce, which James and Bruce alighted from. The onlookers started gossiping at the sight they witnessed. "Who are those people?" an

onlooker asked. "I don't know, but they must be big shots! Those cars are limited edition Rolls-Royce, and

there are only five of them in the market. They must be insanely wealthy to afford three of them, and customized ones at that!" another

onlooker replied.

James and Bruce already used to the attention they brought entered the hospital hastily. They walked straight to the VIP room where Darius

was hospitalized. When they got to the entrance to the room, a lady walked up to them. "Good day Mr. Reid. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Erin said politely. James looked at the lady with scrutiny. He knew the lady was Erin Chrysalis, Darius personal assistant. Her white hair was

roughly packed into a ponytail, and her eyes had dark circles. It showed that she hadn't had a wink of sleep that night and was under

extreme pressure.

James nodded to her as a sign as greeting and was about to talk when a middle aged man dressed in a doctor's uniforin exited the VIP room

Darius was hospitalized.

"Mr. Reid. We're glad to have your presence here." The doctor greeted. He had already read the patients information and knew that the old

man present was the patient only guardian and grandfather.

James nodded as a sign of greeting, albeit he did so impatiently. He was not interested in exchanging pleasantries, and only wished to see

his grandson, hence his impatient attitude. "I'm sure you’re worried about your grandson, so let's go in now." The doctor said. James reply

had showed him his stance, therefore he decided to skip further pleasantries and cut straight to the chase.