"Come in, and you'll be doomed! People like you deserve to be taught a lesson." Dakota averted his eyes. He searched for where the voice came from.Dakota, who was originally about to enter, abandoned his intention. His eyes swept the people around him, but he didn't find anyone suspicious with the same voice of thought he heard. The people seemed to be busy with their own business, except for someone.Dakota approached the person who seemed to run to hide. He stood right in front of that person without that person realising. "What are you doing with my car?" Dakota turned the man's back and found that the person was his uncle.The uncle looked surprised when he saw Dakota find him. "Wh-what? I didn't do anything to your car!" He argued, moving his shoulder to remove Dakota's hand from it.Although he denied making such an excuse, Dakota knew his uncle was lying. He saw the panic on the face of the middle-aged man before him, so he knew immediately that his uncle had done something un
Dakota looked at his message screen and read an incoming message from Anna. "Where are you, Dakota? Why did you ask me to meet you?" He then typed a reply on his phone screen quickly, sending it to Anna. Then afterwards, he stared silently at his phone screen, waiting for another response from Anna.Dakota is currently sitting in the lobby of one of the famous hotels in her city. The hotel is quite luxurious with various facilities they provide. Besides that, they have an awe-inspiring modern design. It looks stylish but also comfortable. The thing rarely found in a trendy place is usually comfort, but they presented a concept with all the perfect support.Feeling comfortable in the place, Dakota, who sat there for almost an hour, looked so relaxed. He was busy looking at his screen, waiting for a reply from Anna's message, while occasionally, he took a sip from his glass containing the fresh juice he had ordered earlier. Then soon he put the glass back on his desk because Anna had re
"Willy?" Dakota turned his head in that direction and found Willy Artesvand approaching them and standing nearby."What did you do to my friend?" Willy pulled Marco's hand, holding Dakota's shirt collar, and looked at Marco sharply.Dakota, who didn't realize that Willy was in that place, watched Willy as the man confronted Marco. Willy, who now appeared in front of him, looked different. If Willy usually looked geeky with his dressing style like a nerd on campus, now he looked neat and different."Just now, I saw you about to hit him. Your actions earlier could get you convicted based on violence." Willy's loud voice distracted Dakota from staring at his face. He saw the look on Willy's face showing great anger. Besides that, Dakota realized that Willy's words were sincere because he didn't hear anything else in the man's mind.Marco's female friend rolled her eyeballs in disgust, looking at Willy. "Who is this weird guy again?" She made a comment to which none but Marco's other frie
"What's this?" Marco got up from his seat and approached the table of the officer who had been talking. "Did you hear me wrong, you just said that both of them are free. What does that mean?"The officer brushed his hands on the vest he was wearing. He looked at Marco with an ordinary gaze. He even almost smiled. "Unfortunately you didn't hear wrong." He turned his gaze on Dakota and Willy. "Those two have indeed been released."Dakota smiled upon hearing that. He knew that he didn't need to do anything in that place except sit quietly and wait."That makes no sense! They should have been arrested. Look at this!" Marco yelled, pointing at the wounds on his face from Dakota's actions. "Can you see? This was done by her!" He pointed at Dakota in front of the officer. "He hit me and you should have arrested him!"Marco looked out of control; he looked so angry that the two friends who came with him needed to hold him to keep Marco from acting recklessly and attacking Dakota instead. Mean
"What are you talking about?" Marco looked surprised and confused. "I'm in your trouble. You're supposed to help me." He sounded annoyed.Dakota glanced at him. He was increasingly convinced that this kid he was dealing with was living a spoiled life, as evidenced by how he spoke and asked his parents. He didn't sound reluctant or guilty at all."There's no way I'm doing that!" His father's voice from behind the phone sounded stern, making Marco look even more panicked. His eyes moved to look at lawyer Willy with annoyance even though he tried to stay focused on his father. "That's your punishment for being stupid. You're a troublemaker. You should learn to control yourself.""Dad, stop it!" Marco shouted. "You don't know the situation. It's not my fault. I did nothing wrong. That guy started it first, he didn't know his place, and I just told him. Explained to him that he had made a mistake for bothering me."Marco was still being arrogant without realizing his place, even though the
"Argh..." Dakota sighed softly while rubbing his eyes, which looked a bit tired. He was in one of the rooms in his house that still looked half empty. Only a large table with a large screened computer device lit up in front of him sitting, while the rest of the room looked empty.Dakota had been holed up there for days, watching the graphics on his bright computer screen, accompanied by some food wrappers that were slightly scattered on his desk.At first, the graph showed a figure of 1 million dollars. It continued to move significantly, breaking into the tens of millions and then into the hundreds of millions and stopping at 250 million dollars."Done!" Dakota clicked something with her mouse, and the screen changed to show 250 million dollars on the graph, which stopped looking bigger than before. "Finally..." He said with relief and a happy look. His days of effort in that place had finally paid off for him."It feels so good to have this ability get a bigger boost." He smiled wid
"Lottery?" They chorused in unison. Their faces were starting to lose the enthusiastic look on Dakota's change story, which they thought was quite exciting. But now it sounded like nonsense. "Are you kidding me?"Dakota looked at them in turn calmly. "You asked, and I answered." She didn't try to convince them, for her, if they wanted to believe or not, it didn't matter to her.The man with a brown shirt and matching colored pants squatting in front of her shook his head violently. "You must be lying for not telling us." He looked at Dakota flatly. He was sure that Dakota, who had now become rich, must not want to tell his secret because he wanted only him to succeed, and others should not be like him. "You must be afraid that if you tell us the real money and we also get rich, you feel rivaled."Dakota looks at him flatly. That kind of thinking is too shallow for him to have. As long as it wasn't hers, then he didn't mind if someone else had it too. As long as his property was not di
A man listening to Dakota's story yesterday entered Dakota's class with fast steps. His face looked angry. He walked up to Dakota and hit Dakota's desk quite hard. "You cheater!" He pointed at Dakota, who suddenly turned his gaze to him.Dakota looked at him calmly. He remembered the man. But he didn't feel that he had anything to do with him to be called a cheater."You tricked me, Dakota!" He said angrily, his tone of voice pressed deep, and the look on his face showed Zetta his disappointment in Dakota. "Because of what you said yesterday, now I'm in trouble." He yelled in frustration, shaking his body while holding his head.Dakota looked at him in confusion. "What did I do?" He asked the man.People's attention began to focus on them. "What's going on?" one of them began to observe."You asked what you were doing?" He screeched in disapproval as Dakota looked like a stranger to him. "Yesterday, you were the one who said that you are living like this now, thanks to the lottery you