Darius looked at the two obnoxious security guards standing before him. He smiled. Edward stood beside him, feeling nervous. He'd never seen Darius like this before. He parted his lips to say something but ultimately remained silent.

Bridget couldn't take it, though. She screeched, "You two look like monkeys! You're even worse than guard dogs—at least guard dogs recognize their owners. You two don't even know who you're facing! Master James may be injured, but no one knows what exactly is going to happen yet. How can you two treat his only grandson like this? Mr. Reid is the only true heir to the Reid Consortium!"

Her chest heaved with rage. "Don't you find your actions laughable? Master James has already had his will done up. If anything happens to him, everything he owns will immediately and unconditionally be transferred to Mr. Reid's name. In other words, Mr. Reid has the final say in what happens to the Reid Consortium! Those old fogeys who are seated in the conference room up th