"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
"My head is so dizzy." The brown-haired man complained while holding his head. He sat with the rest of the group after class.His friend, wearing glasses, sitting next to him, glanced at him. "What are you so dizzy about? It's like you've been thinking." He mocked him.The brown-haired man looked at his sharply, still resting his head on the table. "Shut the fuck up!" He cursed, then closed his eyes again."What the hell were you thinking?" In front of him was a woman turning her seat toward them, so the group formed a circle. "You usually look relaxed, unconcerned about whatever is going on.The brown-haired man got up and suddenly lifted his head, making the colorful-haired woman in her seat startle and spontaneously step back. "Argh... you scared me, damn it!" She cursed while placing his hand where his heart was."What am I supposed to relax again?" He half shouted. "It's already the end of the semester, and I haven't found a potential internship for my internship yet. You think I
"Take this to their floor. There's a photoshoot going on there, and they need it." One of the staff on duty ordered Dakota to deliver the clothes that would be used by one of their talents for promotional purposes.Dakota settled on a black protective suit. He only took a peek at the top and knew it was some kind of suit. "On the seventh floor. Which room?" He asked, making sure because he didn't want to stand there confused, looking for his room. Then the last one came back again to ask.The woman commanding him gave him a bemused look. She did seem to be busy with various matters. "Just go there, and you'll meet one of the crew. I told you that you'd be the one to escort them, and they'll be waiting for you at the door." He explained. "Get there quickly.""Okay." Not saying much, Dakota immediately took him to the seventh floor. He waited in front of the elevator for a while, along with several other people. Then, when the door opened, Dakota was about to enter but was first grabbed
Dakota followed the man-Edmund-who was their manager. This was his second time meeting the man after this morning. The man sat down at his desk and looked at Dakota. He seemed to be looking for something in his drawer, then placed it on the table at Dakota. "Take this document outside. There will be a man waiting by the maple tree. You give it to him directly." Edmund explained as he looked at her.Dakota stared at the document. "Okay." He nodded, taking the brown envelope containing the document. Then, just as Dakota touched the file in his hand, he heard the man's inner voice, which made Dakota look at him."I can't wait for them to receive the paperwork, and then they'll send the money to my account." Dakota noticed the smile on Edmund's face with his focused gaze, looking at the Document in his hand.The man's thoughts piqued Dakota's curiosity. He eyed the file suspiciously and then looked at Edmund with his eyebrows knitted together. "What document am I currently about to delive