##The “other men” referred to Edward and the others from the Moore Group. The fact that Darius was standing there with a relaxed smile irked its leader, Drake Moore. It made him feel like he was being looked down upon. He gnashed his teeth and glared daggers at Darius, saying, “I didn’t expect you to serve yourself up on a silver platter, Darius Reid. Have you forgotten the things you did to survive when you were nothing but a poor orphan?”

Darius’ smile faded. Few people had limited knowledge of the odd jobs he’d worked, especially after his return to the Reid family. He looked at Drake curiously. “You seem to know a lot about my past.” He frowned.

Drake smiled, looking pleased with himself. “Of course. After all, we’ve already decided to be kind and merely rob you of your wealth. We had to do our homework, didn’t we?” He let out a mocking laugh. He made it sound like what he had in mind was a run-of-the-mill matter, almost as if he was doing Darius a favor.

Darius looked at him. “Si