Nolan Dawson was sleeping soundly, with a face filled with exhaustion and tiredness. He had worked his ass off last night as a part time worker so the sleep was evident to the stressful work.As Nolan slept, he dreamt of a better life for himself and those he loves. In the dream he saw himself being able to live a comfortable and luxurious life but he himself knew all that is far from reality. He was poor so how could such a dream ever happen.Suddenly, he was jolted awake by the sensation of water splashing onto his face. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and saw a young male standing over him, a bucket of water in his hand."Get up, loser!" He shouted, his voice filled with frustration. "You are just too lazy. Everyone is up already, do you want to get picked out of class again?" The male laughed, as he yelled out those words.Nolan frowned with a face filled with shame and anger. He was Nolan Dawson, a university student on a scholarship. This has always been the way he was treated by h

The disappointment and mixture of anger and anguish vanished from his face, swiftly replaced by astonishment and shock. He brought the phone closer to his face, checking it carefully to ensure he hadn't misunderstood what he saw. However, even after fixing his gaze on it, the alert remained visible on his screen. Nolan swallowed hard as he returned his phone to his pocket, his face marked with confusion. He couldn't quite comprehend why that alert appeared on his phone without any means of discerning who sent it. "Who sent this to me? Why does this seem so unreal?" Even after pondering it thoroughly, he couldn't grasp any valid reason for someone to send such an amount of money. "Hold on a moment!" Nolan exclaimed abruptly, lifting his head to address the three men dressed in corporate attire. "Was this sent by you?" They were the only strange individuals he could associate with the money transfer. The three men grinned. "You'll find out soon." Before Nolan could inquire further

Nolan's gaze remained fixed on them as he observed the respectful looks they were giving him. It was necessary for him to get their misunderstanding clear "You're misunderstanding. I'm no young master," he quickly clarified.They all chuckled. "No, we're not. You're our young master," they repeated firmly.Nolan glanced at them before sighing. "If you're not mistaken, then perhaps you're blind," he muttered. "I apologize if my words offended you.""We are not offended. None of us is blind, and we are not mistaken."Frustration welled up in Nolan as he witnessed their obstinacy. "Can't you see my appearance?" he questioned, gesturing to his disheveled outfit. "From my disheveled appearance, do I look like anyone's young master to you?""We understand your confusion. Don't worry you'll understand soon."Nolan glared at them, feeling provoked. "Can't you all just leave me alone? What do you mean by understanding my confusion? Do I appear confused to you!?" he shouted.He felt uneasy und

"Do you mean that all the fortune and possessions you mentioned are now mine? You're not joking, are you?" He asked cautiously, fearing Mr. Dawson might retract his words. However, Mr. Dawson's next words made him expell those thoughts out of his mind. "Why would I jest about something like this? Every word I uttered is true!" Mr. Dawson muttered, his eyes radiating certainty. The mind of Nolan was now at eased, recognizing the sincerity in Dawson's expression."Uh." Nolan nodded in affirmation, signaling his acceptance of Mr. Dawson's words.After a moment, Mr Dawson spoke. "I can see you're weary," he observed, noting the fatigue in Nolan's face.Without awaiting a reply, he turned towards the entrance and declared, "Elijah, come inside." Just after speaking, a tall, slender man entered promptly, bowing slightly. "Sir, you called for me," he acknowledged. "Yes, indeed." Mr. Dawson redirected his attention to Nolan. "Escort the young master to the room that has been prepared for

As Nolan contemplated, the composed salesgirl maintained her poise with a neutral expression. Her decision to stand by Nolan wasn't rooted in familiarity with him; rather, there was another reason behind her choice.While others assessed Nolan solely based on his outward appearance, she had chosen to overlook that and was instead drawn to his self-assured demeanor.Observing how he calmly and confidently responded to their threats, she took note of his composed reactions."Who in this world responds so confidently to a humiliating threat?"There was no one who would act all nonchalant in a dire situation. For him to have acted all indifferent showed that he has the moment to purchase clothes in this boutique.Aside from his confidence, she had stood up for him due to the insults and disdainful looks from their colleagues. "Feel free to choose the clothes you'd like to purchase, and don't..." the salesgirl behind the glass began, but Nolan had already walked out before she could fini