Darius didn't say anything for the longest time. Brett looked down at his feet and said, "Of course, I'll need help. The person behind the Bjorn family is too powerful. I've tried everything possible to take them down, but I've failed each time."

Brett looked disappointed. Darius crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. Brett didn't notice this. He gripped his pants tightly, feeling nervous as he waited for Darius' response. After a long while, Darius sighed. "I'll help you."

Brett's head shot up. "R-Really?" Tears streamed down his face again.

Darius couldn't help wondering how he could cry on command. He shook his head and pulled his phone out. Then, he glanced at the chauffeur and asked, "Why aren't you driving?"

The chauffeur looked helpless. "It's not that I don't want to, sir. It's because Noah Bjorn is lying in front of the car. He'd be in danger if I were to start driving."

Darius raised an eyebrow. He channeled his life force out with a frown. The chauffeur was telling the trut