Astonishing Nolan Dawson

Chapter 5: The man in his memories

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 under the gaze of the five men dressed in black. Their aura alone made him feel disconnected from them. All he desired was for them to depart.

"We're sorry for making you feel like that. All we want is for you to hear us out!" one of the men said solemnly.

Nolan glanced at them, contemplating before saying, "Go ahead, let me hear you out." 

"You just need to follow us to the Dawson's mansion, and you'll get your answers there."

The gentleness in Nolan's expression vanished, replaced with malice. "Follow strangers to a place? Are you joking, or do you think I'm a fool? I don't know any of you, and yet you speak as if I would blindly listen and follow you," he almost laughed, feeling vexed.

The tallest among the men quickly spoke, having seen the furious expression on Nolan's face "What if we told you that we are aware of the 200 billion dollars you received?"

Gasp!

A surprising and astonishing expression crossed Nolan's formerly malicious face. The $200 billion mentioned by the man was the same amount he had received on his phone the day before.

Up until this moment, Nolan had genuinely forgotten about the alert he had seen on his phone. He couldn't determine whether he had overlooked it due to the stress, shock, and humiliation he experienced the previous day, or if he had dismissed it as a mere prank.

"What… What are you saying?" he asked, the surprise lingering on his face.

"The explanation for the $200 billion alert you received can only be provided if you choose to follow us."

"Wait! Are you suggesting that the alert wasn't a prank but was, in fact, real!?" Nolan inquired, his face widening in astonishment.

"Yes, young Master. It is genuine, and you will comprehend everything fully if you choose to accompany us."

Upon hearing the earnest words of the men, Nolan's heart raced with happiness and joy.

His mind was overwhelmed with happiness, realizing that the alert he had dismissed as a prank was indeed authentic.

"You... you genuinely mean it, right?" he questioned again with an expectant gaze.

"Yes," the five men spoke in unison.

The confirmation 'yes' heightened the overwhelming joy and happiness in his mind.

However, after some moments, the happiness on his face vanished, replaced by doubt and perplexity. "Who sent this, and what's the purpose of it being sent?" His tone was laced with suspicion as he spoke.

"You'll have answers to all your questions if you follow us." The smile on the men's faces broadened, having noticed that Nolan was no longer angry.

"Okay. Let's go," Nolan agreed, with the anticipation of getting answers to all his questions.

Upon hearing Nolan's words, they quickly cleared the way for him to pass to the car.

Nolan lowered his head, feeling quite embarrassed by the treatment he was given.

He was directed to one of the Audis. Entering the car, Nolan wasn't overly surprised since he knew what to expect inside, but that didn't mean he wasn't impressed by the interior design of the car.

The car's air conditioning alleviated the distress Nolan had faced that day. With the soothing air providing some comfort, Nolan didn't realize when he fell asleep.

He only became aware of his condition when a continuous voice penetrated his consciousness. "Young master, we have arrived."

The drowsy Nolan abruptly woke up at the sound of the voice.

The man driving the car was the one who had awakened him.

"Ah, God! How could I have embarrassed myself in front of them?" he cursed himself inwardly.

"Young master, we have arrived," the man repeated, noticing Nolan's silence.

"Oh," Nolan gasped, snapping back to reality. "Where is this place?" he questioned.

"Young master, step out and see where you're." The man bowed slightly in respect as he opened the car door for Nolan to exit. 

Stepping out of the car, what appeared before his eyes was a gigantic mansion. 

Nolan's heart at the moment was beating furiously. This was the first time ever seeing such a magnificent and eloquent mansion. Seeing the mansion wasn't at all the main reason for Nolan's fast heartbeat, rather it was due to his anticipation of what awaits him inside. 

It felt surreal that a mansion he had only admired from a distance was now standing before him. Moreover, he was on the verge of even entering. 

While gazing at the mansion, Nolan contemplatively pondered about the person he had come to meet. 

Just when he was engulfed with his thoughts, a loud voice interrupted him. "Young master, may we go inside?"

Nolan snapped out of his thoughts, and faced the man, "Uh, sure let go in." He answered.

With that said, Nolan followed the man into the mansion building and not long after, they finally got to the living room entrance. 

Walking into the living room, Nolan was greeted with different unfamiliar faces. He was dumbfounded and awkward seeing the weird stares they were throwing at him.

"Why am I being stared at like this?" Nolan couldn't help but grumble inwardly. 

He retracted his step backward with a deep frown. The gazes directed at him appeared both gentle and peculiar, hinting at some underlying connections.

Frowning, he turned his attention to their appearance, and a sudden gasp escaped his lips. It surprised him to observe that everyone casting those glances was attired in a noble fashion.

The expression and attire exuded an eloquent vibe, earning silent admiration from Nolan.

Cough, cough!

Nolan coughed discreetly, shifting his gaze to the man who had guided him into the mansion. "What's happening?"

He had arrived with the expectation of having some of his questions addressed, but upon reaching this location, he found himself met with a disconcerting silence and peculiar stares.

The man offered a slight bow, a gesture laden with apology. "I apologize, young master. Please, follow me," he urged, extending his hand towards the staircase.

From his gesture, Nolan realized his intentions so he walked to the stairs and followed the man to a room.

The room exuded a noble, luminous, and refined ambiance, mirroring the grandeur of the mansion itself.

"Young master, I shall take my leave now. You'll be joined shortly," the man respectfully conveyed before exiting the room.

Nolan had intended to stop him, but before a word could escape his lips, the man had already departed.

Nolan sighed, before returning his gaze back to the high class room. Since he had nothing to do, he faced the room while inspecting it with fascination in his eyes. 

Few minutes into his deep infatuation with the beauty of the room, Nolan didn't notice what was wrong.

He didn't know when the door had opened and someone had walked in. He only knew when he heard a voice.

The resonant and forceful sound reverberated within him, compelling him to cease his eyes from roaming around the room. 

"Nolan, you've arrived at last. I've been anticipating your presence," the powerfully yet gentle tone in the voice was unmistakable.

Upon hearing the voice, Nolan's heart hardened, prompting him to swiftly turn towards its voice direction. 

Before him stood a middle-aged man adorned in an opulent black ensemble. The man exuded a strong demeanor, but Nolan wasn't concerned about it.

His concern seeks far from the demeanor or nobility of the man. 

Nolan's heart was flooded with a range of emotions as he continued to gaze at the man.

Could this be real?

He could never have imagined that he would meet that person in his memories unexpectedly.

The man before him, appearing both graceful and formidable, was a stark contrast to the ragged and depressful being in his memories. 

"Nolan, how have you been?" The man's booming voice echoed once

more.

"You..." Nolan exclaimed, his face displaying a mixture of shock and uncertainty. "Dad, is it really you!?" he questioned, taken aback.