If Darius had not done detailed research on the duo, he would have believed Cerys was Wilson’s enemy from the latter’s violence toward her.Wilson could tell Darius was now seeing him in a negative light. However, he refrained from speaking about Cerys and just stood there, watching Darius. “Now that it’s no longer noisy out here,” he said, “We can discuss the conditions for me transferring the Gillette Group’s shares to you.” Darius approvingly grinned as he scrutinized the former’s stern expression. That was the first time since Darius had arrived there that Wilson gave off the aura he should have had—the authoritative energy of being the Gillette Group’s chairman. Still, Darius sat there emotionlessly and quietly while sipping on his coffee. Yet, as he lifted his cup, Wilson’s secretary reached an arm out to him. She also spoke in a more honeyed tone than before. “Mr. Reid, your coffee has gone cold. Why don’t you hand it to me? I’ll fetch a fresh, piping hot cup for you.”A stroke of