Astonishing Nolan Dawson

Chapter 7: Stray dog

"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 him," he instructed Elijah. 

Nolan offered a faint smile, grateful that his father had noticed his exhaustion. The fatigue, lingering since yesterday's events, had been exacerbated by today's happenings. Despite the astonishing revelations, he had concealed his weariness well, so one could know how surprising and warmed he felt knowing his father had noticed it. 

All he desired now was a restful sleep to clear the exhaustion and grasp every revelation he had been today. 

Elijah acknowledged Mr. Dawson's instructions, saying, "Certainly, I will," before turning to Nolan.

Interpreting Elijah's intent from his gaze, Nolan spoked, "Alright, I'll follow him now," 

He informed Mr. Dawson before trailing Elijah out of the room. Yet, two steps towards the door, a sudden question halted him, flashing through his mind.

Noticing Nolan's pause, Mr. Dawson inquired, "Nolan, what's the matter?"

After a brief contemplation, Nolan queried, "Uh, who are those individuals downstairs?" recalling the people he had encountered before coming up here. 

Mr. Dawson glanced at him and replied, "They are part of the family. You'll learn more about them tomorrow. Now, go and rest."

Nolan didn't stand on ceremony, he left immediately after receiving the short response. 

Upon reaching the room guided by Elijah, he paid little attention to its design. Instead, he collapsed onto the bed, slipping into a profound slumber.

His state indicated a level of fatigue, exhaustion, and stress beyond ordinary description.

The following day, Nolan awoke at noon and headed to the elegant bathroom for a shower.

After bathing, he exited the bathroom without examining it. It was then, he figured out he had no alternative outfits to change into.

Briefly caught in a dilemma, he resolved to wear the same attire as the previous day.

Once dressed, Nolan wasted no time in the room and swiftly descended the stairs.

 As he rushed downstairs, his feet suddenly slowed. 

As he walked slowly, his eyes were fixed at the dinning table. 

Right at the table were unfamiliar yet familiar faces. They were the faces he had seen yesterday when he had arrived and judging from the words of his father, he knew they were also part of the Dawson family.

As he neared closer to them, the beaming voice of a woman rang the dinning room center. "Nolan my boy, come have your seat. Did Ryan tell you that I'm your auntie?" The voice was from a woman.

Auntie?

Nolan turned his gaze to Mr. Dawson, seeking confirmation. Upon receiving a nod from him, Nolan realized that the woman's words were indeed truthful.

"Hello, Auntie. Nice to meet you," Nolan offered a slightly awkward smile before addressing the rest of the table. "Good day, everyone," he greeted.

Now comprehending the reason behind the curious stares he had received the previous day, Nolan surmised that they were equally taken aback to see him, just as he was shocked to learn that they were his family.

"Hehe, Nolan don't act all formal with us. You're part of us, so don't treat us like a stranger." An assuring voice from another female spoke.

This female didn't seem to be that old. From her appearance, Nolan could detect that she was within his age range.

"And you're?" He asked, 

"My bad! I'm Vivian." She smack her mouth, seeing she didn't introduce herself first.

After her, others seated individually introduced themselves. They finished the introduction 15 minutes after.

Just then, the auntie who had spoken earlier asked loudly. "Nolan my dear, why are you on this outfit?" She recognizes the outfit as the one she had seen on Nolan yesterday. 

The shabbiness and low quality of the cloth couldn't pass through her eyes and she had expected him to be on a new quality clothes.

Mr Dawson also frowned, he thought of something, before asking. "Did you refuse to wear the clothes you see in your room?" 

That was the only reason he could fathom having seen Nolan still on such clothes. 

Nolan quickly shook his head. He could read everyone's thoughts, so he hurriedly speak up. "It's not what you all are thinking. I would love to change into something better, but they weren't any clothes in the room."

"What?" Mr Dawson felt surprised. " I did ask my men and the workers to set your room ready, so how could they have forgotten something as important as cloth?" Although he was asking that question, he was also questioning himself to check if he had misunderstand something. 

"Oh." A long gasp came out from Mr Dawson mouth.

"I think I forgot to inform them about stocking your room with clothes. Sorry about that." He gave an apologetic look at Nolan.

"It's alright. I'm fine with this " Nolan said, truthfully. Indeed after all this year's, he had always been wearing such, so why would he accept an apology just because of a mere clothes.

Mr Dawson shook his head solemnly. "You need to get loads of new quality clothes. You can't tell you, you're alright with what you're wearing." He retorted.

Nolan remained quiet seeing the adamant tone of Mr Dawson.

"I'll have one of my men go get the best clothes in a shop boutique." He said, as he wanted to call one of his men.

However, before he could do that, he was abruptly stopped by Nolan.

"Don't call them over. I'll go get the clothes myself." He said,

Mr Dawson wanted to refute, but he stopped himself after observing Nolan's determined expression.

"Alright, the chauffeur will transport you. Here's the credit card with a balance exceeding $50 billion. Use it as you see fit, and I won't question your choices," he reassured, extending the card to Nolan. "You're free to leave now," he added.

Nolan was taken aback,It was just recently he received a huge substantial sum, and now again he had received another one. However, he quickly snapped out of his trance-like state.

Regaining composure, he refrained from verbalizing his thoughts. Instead, he offered a slight bow before making his way to the exit.

True to his father's instructions, Nolan asked the chauffeur about taking him to a boutique and and the chauffeur did as told. 

The journey to the boutique proved surprisingly swift, lasting only around twenty minutes. Nolan had anticipated a longer travel time, but the efficient trip caught him off guard.

Getting down from the expensive car, Nolan didn't let the chauffeur accompany him into the boutique. Instead, he instructed the chauffeur to wait in the car before entering the boutique himself. 

Gasp!

Inhaling sharply, Nolan felt a rush of refreshing air as he entered the boutique, nearly taking his breath away. Beyond the revitalizing atmosphere, the opulent interior of the store was irresistibly enticing. The most simple description for this place would be exquisitely luxurious!

"Where on earth did this chauffeur take me? How do I even belong to such a place!"

Initially, Nolan had completely lost sight of his current status. The overwhelming luxury emanating from the boutique caused him to momentarily forget about his newfound wealth.

"Hehe hehe." He chuckled at his own foolishness.

However, he quickly shook off his thoughts when met with a piercing and disdainful gaze.

It wasn't just one pair of eyes; rather, he felt the scrutiny from more than four individuals. Intrigued and wary, Nolan lifted his head in response.

"Why would a mere boutique have such an intense glare?" Finishing his words and turning his head, he promptly identified the source of the piercing gazes.

Standing before him were the boutique's salesgirls and salesboys. Their uniform immediately gave away their identity.

Wanting to inquire about the intense gaze, Nolan found himself unexpectedly cut off by one of the salesgirls. "Do the security guards nap when a stray dog strolls in?"

Nolan's eyes narrowed with a mixture of irritation and bewilderment. Was the comment aimed at him?