Restart:Untalented Man-Chapter 423: "Father!"
"It's Johann Klover's grandson."
"What?!" the gardener was shocked. "It's not our young master Darren? Where do you hear this?"
Oldman Dunn shrugged and tried to calm the gardener down. "Relax! It's just a rumour floating around. Nobody knows the validity of it."
While the gardener continued to process the rumour in his mind, the old man glanced from the corner of his eyes and noticed a silhouette who had been secretly listening to them disappear a while ago.
A subtle smile formed on Oldman Dunn's lips.
....
Wham!
The sound of the whip echoed for the last time before Darren stopped his whipping.
He looks down, casting a disdainful gaze on the servant who is now lying on the ground.
"Huff, huff, huff," Darren's breath ragged and his chest heaved up and down.
Something heavy seemed to lift off his shoulders. The sadistic satisfaction he derived from tormenting the helpless servant provided a perverse sense of euphoria.
No act could give him the same level of satisfaction other than asserting dominance and putting people in their supposedly right place.
The servant Darren had been lashing his anger on remained unmoved.
Darren kicked the servant with his feet in frustration expecting some reaction, but the servant showed no response.
"Tsk! Is he dead?" Darren clicked his tongue in annoyance. It was either that or the servant merely lost his consciousness.
Regardless, Darren had no interest in finding out. Satisfied with the extent of his torment for the day, he felt no compulsion to delve into the aftermath of his actions.
"Oi, is there anyone? Anyone! Come and take this guy away!" he shouted, calling for assistance to deal with the aftermath.
Sure enough, nearby servants swarmed in Darren's direction. Their faces plastered with trepidation as they prepare to fulfil the young master's commands.
Together, they carefully lifted the unconscious or perhaps lifeless body of the beaten servant and swiftly carried him away.
Blood flowed out of the injured body, forming a trail that spilled onto the ground.
However, rather than expressing concern or remorse, Darren who sees this becomes irritated.
"Make sure to clean this mess as well or I'll beat all of you," Darren declared, pointing imperiously at the pool of blood staining the ground.
Hearing his ominous words, the surrounding servants shuddered in fear and nodded their heads fervently.
After the body was removed, Darren stood there, momentarily uncertain of what to do next.
Then, he remembered the gardener he met a while back.
A mischievous thought crossed his mind and a sinister smile curled up on Darren's lips. "Should I go and mess with him?"
With a decision made, he began to make his way to the back garden.
As he approached, his ears picked up on the ongoing conversation between Dunn and the gardener.
"Do you know who's the candidate from the branch faction?"
"I don't know. Tell me."
"It's Johann Klover's grandson."
"Hmm?!" Darren's footsteps abruptly stopped.
He perked his ears to listen more intently to the conversation unfolding in the back garden.
As the conversation continued, Darren's face underwent a series of changes, shifting from one expression to another.
The initial mischievous smile transformed into a more serious yet anxious one.
"I need to report this to father," Darren muttered to himself.
Without wasting time, he promptly changed direction, abandoning his initial plan to mess with Dunn and the gardener.
Instead, he decided to head straight to his father's office.
Bam!-
Darren forcefully pushed the door open and stormed into his father's office. "Father!"
Demin, who had been engrossed in paperwork at his desk was visibly surprised by his son's sudden intrusion.
Annoyance flickered across Demin's face as he looked up from his work.
"What the hell, Darren?! Do you not see I'm working right now?" he snapped, clearly angered by his son's abrupt entrance.
Demin was well aware of Darren's disrespectful and arrogant attitude.
He doesn't care about it as long as Darren knows who he can disrespect and who he can't.
At this moment, Darren has crossed the line.
"I have something to report to you, Father," Darren spoke, attempting to quell the anger that surfaced on Demin's face.
"This better be important," Demin warned.
"Oh, you won't regret it. I heard the candidate successor for our faction is Johann's grandson. Is it true?"
"What?! Of course not! I'm planning to put you on that seat."
In reality, the faction hadn't finalized its decision.
Even though they are one faction, there are various smaller groups comprising it. Each with its own interests and preferences.
However, Demin exuded confidence in his influence, believing he could sway the decision in favour of his son.
"Then, the rumours..."
"Where did you hear it?"
"I overheard the servants talking about it."
Demin sneered at his son, "Why would you take a servant's word seriously?"
Usually, Darren was indifferent to the words of servants but the servant who said it came from the main mansion. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Surely, his word has some credibility since he must have heard a thing or two.
The rumour didn't simply pop up out of nowhere.
"Anyway, I believe we should take this rumour seriously. This is probably a plot to put forward another candidate for our faction."
"Hmm, I guess you're right. We have been opposing the main family without having our candidate yet. This matter needs to be settled as quickly as possible. Let me handle this." said Demin before chasing his son out of the office.
As Darren's face disappeared from his sight, Demin turned his attention to the butler who had been patiently waiting in the background.
"What's your order, master?"
"I need you to arrange a meeting with all the members of the faction at the earliest time possible. Tonight should be fine."
The butler nodded, "As you wish, Master. I will send out the invitations immediately and ensure the meeting is convened without delay."
The door to his office was open once again for the butler, leaving Demin Klover alone in his office.
