"You studied about medical science?" James looked interested, his eyes looking at Dakota more intensely. "Are you a student in medical science?" He hadn't heard that in the report on Dakota given by his aide.Dakota shook his head. "No, I'm not a student in any medical science." He doesn't want to rub the man the wrong way and think he's lying. Obviously, he apologized for checking Dakota's background, so James must know what he's majoring in.The man became even more curious, if not health science in the field of medicine, than what Dakota studied, and he could amaze the doctor with the results of his help. "Then where did you learn it?" he emphasized further curiosity about Dakota's abilities.Dakota thought for a moment; he also didn't know the answer because he never studied that kind of science. He could just suddenly see spots that needed treatment. Then, when pressing it, something happened to the man's body, and he remembered something. In the past, he, who didn't have any boo
"What's going on?" Dakota approached the man standing before the box car, facing his fence. Dakota had difficulty getting inside because the box car was blocking the entrance. "Please put your car somewhere else. I want to get in." Dakota pointed at his house and explained to the man in the hat in front of him.The man approached Dakota, hearing that Dakota wanted to enter the house. "What are you, Mr. Dakota?" He waited for Dakota's answer.Dakota moved his head in confusion. One day there were already two people who came to his house looking for him, suddenly he was busy after 2 months before he hadn't met anyone at all, even the courier who delivered his food order, he asked to leave his food at the door because he couldn't go straight out to get it.Dakota nodded. "Yeah, right, what's wrong?"The man then smiled at him. "I was asked to deliver some things to the house, you. So can I drop off where the items are?" The man, whose appearance was quite friendly, asked Dakota for direc
"Mr. Dakota, you should come to this party. The great master is waiting for you." Dakota saw a black invitation in the man's hand with gold ornaments on the edges of the thick invitation. Then suddenly, Dakota woke up from his sleep.Dakota scrunched his eyes, rubbing his sore eyes. He tried to recall the dream in his sleep earlier. "I dreamt about something weird." Dakota pulled back the covers and got out of bed. "Who was waiting for me, and whose invitation was it?" He tried to remember the name on the invitation, but he only retained the shape of the invitation. "Never mind."He left her room, heading for the bathroom to wash his face, brush his teeth, and ensure his facial hair was clean. Then he opened his refrigerator. "I'm not in the mood to cook today." He mumbled, looking at his fridge full of ingredients.Since he had cooked last night, he felt lazy. Cooking was quite simple, but sometimes, he was reluctant to do it. Everything else was still intact besides the ribeye he ma
"This place is stunning." Anna's eyes lit up as she wandered around the vast party hall. She held Dakota's hand after they showed her the invitation card they had brought. Showing the proof that they were invited to the place, Anna glanced at Dakota. "Well, this party doesn't look like a grandparents' celebration, does it?" Anna laughed.Dakota shared his look. Then he nodded in agreement. The place did not look like a celebration for the elderly. He could see that the party looked more like a royal party. Everything looked marvelous. "No wonder you're so enthusiastic and call it marvelous. The event is indeed amazingly made." Dakota marveled at how luxurious the place was, which made her admire James even more.Although the party hall was spacious and extraordinarily luxurious, with various banquets on the tables, the guests who came to the place were not crowded at all. They seemed to be standing in groups or sitting in one place and then going back and forth to other groups, talkin
"Sit down." James invited Dakota to sit in one of the chairs in the room.Currently, Dakota, James, and the man who was James' servant were in a closed room. The room was no bigger than the previous hall, it didn't look like a living room and more like a private study, but the appearance was so luxurious, themed with a classic feel. The ornaments in the room were almost completely made of brown wood that was varnished in such a way that it was shiny.Dakota sat in one of the wooden chairs with cushions on the seat. Then he saw James himself pouring tea, which Dakota didn't know what kind of tea it was, from a pot into a small cup and then handed it to Dakota.James then looked at Dakota, who seemed to be staring at the tea in the cup. "It's called fennel tea, good for your health." He smiled at Dakota. He slowly sipped the tea with pleasure and then observed Dakota again. "Drink it. This tea has many benefits if you drink it regularly."Dakota lifted his cup, then sniffed the odor fro
"I guess sweets are better in any situation," Dakota muttered, walking around the city adjacent to the sea after parking his car. He glanced at the people enjoying the afternoon while sipping cold americanos that looked fresh as they drank, but he didn't feel so. "Bitter drinks will only torment your throat." He muttered as he stared at them. Then he turned his gaze in another direction.In the direction Dakota was looking, a fairly large supermarket was standing majestically in the middle of the city, far away from where she lived. Dakota's eyes lit up at something written there. "There's a big discount there." He was interested in shopping.Even though he was already wealthy, it seemed that Dakota still couldn't forget his habits when he was poor. He is still tempted by discounts despite having a lot of money. Dakota walked over and entered the supermarkets, which were crowded with mostly housewives."Hurry up and we'll run out!" Dakota glanced at the mothers who walked hurriedly fr
"That wasn't entirely my fault." Dakota walked up to him and spoke to him. "It's your fault you tried to take what I have." He emphasized one thing.If that woman hadn't tried to snatch the small ball that he took, then that kind of incident wouldn't have happened either. After all, she didn't pay any damages, and he was the one who paid for the fine, so he had no reason to be upset.The woman looked at Dakota with widened eyes. "My fault, you say?" Her body moved to face Dakota. From the look on her face, she didn't seem to accept Dakota's words. "Don't you understand the concept? How can you call that thing yours? If you haven't got it in your hands, then it's not yours. You haven't even paid for it!" Her gaze looked dumbfounded. "Damn it, how nice of you to accuse me of causing that mess while you're the one who hit me so hard." The woman spoke somewhat softly while glancing at the motorcycle she was carrying.The motorcycle would not start. Where the problem was, she did not know.
James sat on a large chair in a room different from the one he used to entertain Dakota yesterday. The old man seemed to be staring at a portrait of a boy whose approximate age was around eight. James looked at him with a look of longing in his eyes. "How is he doing now? Is he still alive somewhere and doing well?" James looked regretful within himself.He imagined again the events that had become his nightmare all this time. Even though it had been a long time, James could never be okay. Another reason why he cared so much about charities targeting orphanages and child welfare was because he remembered his grandson. Even though he knew that his grandson was no longer a child if he was still alive, he still remembered his little figure.Next to James stood Ray, staring at the same portrait. He looked silent, but his gaze held many stories on the figure. He regretted that he could not do anything, and his carelessness in ensuring the safety of the O'Connor family made a big loss to be