The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 222

Her anger didn't bring about the results she wanted. On the contrary, the security guards burst into laughter. One of them said,

"I think you need to get this straight-you have no right to make any demands of us because your employer's only driving a car that's worth half a million. In fact, you don’t even have the right to come up to us and talk to us. If not for that pretty face, you would already be flat on your back."

Their eyes trailed over Erin's body lasciviously. To their surprise, this didn't even make her flinch. The security guard who'd spoken wasn't happy with this, so he raised his voice and said to the guard opposite him, "Look, I was right. This woman's not the proper type-why would she be getting out from the back seat if she were that guy's secretary? Unless, of course, she was giving him some extra special service."

His meaning was relatively covert, but everyone presents still understood what he was getting at. They turned to look at Erin with pointed gazes, but she was still unaffected. She stood there and curled her lips, then said haughtily, "I've already recorded everything you've said, and I think both of you are going to be out of jobs soon."

Based on past experience, these people would start feeling scared once she said that. To her surprise, things didn’t turn out like that. The security guards stood there with their heads held high, and they looked at her mockingly. "If I were you, I wouldn't have said something like that. You’re just putting yourself in danger."

Erin narrowed her eyes. "If that’s a threat, I'm sorry to say that you've failed. My chairman won't give up on me."

The security guards shared a look, then threw their heads back in laughter. Erin merely watched them silently. When they were finally done laughing, they looked at her again. The one that hadn’t spoken much looked at the other and said,

"Lyon, I think it's time for you to show this beautiful woman what reality is like. She thinks that she’s worthy of her chairman paying the price to protect her. In truth, she means nothing to him. Perhaps he doesn’t even know what her name is!"

Lyon nodded. "You're right, Viktor. I'll show them who's boss." He walked down the steps, eyes trained on Darius. Erin’s hands balled into fists by her side, and she got ready to give him a punch once he stopped in front of her. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Unexpectedly, he walked right past her and headed toward Darius. She narrowed her eyes and looked at him worriedly, saying,

"Mr. Reid..."

Before she could say anything else, Darius held a hand up to stop her. She twisted her hands worriedly, but she didn't make a sound.

Darius stretched his neck and looked at Lyon. "You're Lyon, right?"

His deep voice carried emotions that Lyon couldn't discern, making him uncomfortable. So, when he spoke, he didn't sound as arrogant as before. "I -I think that you probably don't know what that pretty little lady is called, so it's likely that she means nothing to you."

Darius looked at him calmly. "I think you can just be straight."

When Lyon saw that Darius wasn't offended, he widened his eyes, looking excited. He raised his voice and said, "If that's the case, I'll take it to mean that you're someone who doesn't like beating around the

bush. I hope that my words will make you come to a realization. This woman’s attitude wasn't very pleasant when speaking to us earlier, and if you leave her out here with us while you enjoy your stay in the hotel, we can just end this debacle. You'll still be an honored guest at our five-star hotel, and no one will know that you can only afford to drive a car worth half a million."

He held his head up high to show how confident he was. He believed that no one would be able to resist this offer, but he was surprised by what happened next. Darius didn’t avert his gaze. Instead, he lifted a hand and balled it into a fist.

Lyon subconsciously took a step back, then said warily, "I hope you're not holding up your fist because of me and that it won't land on me. Otherwise, I'll make you regret it."

Darius didn't answer him. Instead, he said coldly, "I want to know what would’ve happened to the pretty little lady you were referring to if I'd done as you said."

Lyon smiled, but it only made him look immoral. "Nothing much. She would've continued doing what she already does, but for a different person. Then again, I don't think it matters to women like her who they serve. Don't think I’m pulling your leg. I've seen one too many..." Suddenly, he let out a cry of pain.

Darius slowly lowered his hand. He looked at Lyon, who was crouched on the ground, then stepped over him. His eyes were trained on Viktor, but his words were directed at Edward as he said, "I’m sure you know how to deal with such people."