Just as Dillon parted his lips to say who he was, a familiar voice yelled out, “Chancellor!” Immediately, everyone in the room glanced towards the direction it came from. This person was a man in his late thirties, and he didn't look very familiar to Dillon. But while Dillon didn't recognize him, numerous students recognized him to be the Vice Chancellor. He hurried to the Chancellor's side and handed over the tablet, he clutched tightly, to him. The Chancellor took it, and his pupils dilated in surprise when he read the second email sent by the disciplinary committee. Apparently, their decision for expulsion was right, but they had put the wrong name. “The disciplinary committee sent a follow-up email stating there was a mix-up with the names.” The Chancellor began, his eyes going to Zion and Jethro. Then with a firm voice, he said, “From today henceforth, Zion Edward has been expelled from Yale University and is expected to vacate the premises in an hour. Failure to do so, the s
Dillon's action caused the eager eyes of the customers watching him turn to that of disdain. But what were they even expecting? A pig can't fly, can it? “What is that? Don't even come up with the stuff about forgetting your card at home, it's lame and old. Were you really planning on absconding with the food?” James hissed in amusement. “So you're not just poor, you're also a thief. That's probably how you managed to get yourself a new set of clothes. See, you should be thankful I warned you of him. Otherwise, you would've lost your job!” Rachel told the server who got Dillon's orders. The server also got nervous. She wasn't new to this job, but she hadn't really heard of anyone who tried to pull such a stunt in a place filled with so many people, so she wasn't wary of it happening. She was grateful to Rachel. Otherwise, her stupid oversight would've led to her being fired from a job that paid so well. While James and Rachel had other mocking things to say, Dillon kept wondering
Yale University, Chancellor's Office“Jethro Edward is here to see you.” The students' president reported to the Chancellor. The Chancellor sighed and took down the phone from his ear. He had just gotten off the phone with the representative of the disciplinary committee. Playing on his computer was a screen recorded video of Dillon kicking James. Thanks to the fact it was screen recorded, its quality wasn't as clear as before and because all posts with Dillon's name mysteriously disappeared from the net, a numerous number of people who recently came online couldn't identify him. “Let him in.” The Chancellor told the students' president. She walked out and seconds later, Jethro walked in. It was already two days since his son got expelled, but he chose to believe whoever intervened for Dillon could intervene for him too. The Chancellor, who was under strict rule not to mention the situation again, was left conflicted and torn about how to get rid of Jethro. “I believe you saw th
"If you keep this up, the school's not going to be happy. Your scholarship is on thin ice," Merlin warned, his voice tinged with annoyance.Moses snapped out of his thoughts, remembering that Dillon was still a scholarship student. If he truly came from an influential family, wouldn't he have put an end to the daily torment he endured?"You'd do well to heed his advice," he sneered, fixing a harsh gaze on Dillon.Dillon, recognizing the tension, reluctantly released the follower's hand."Good boy. Now, do what a good boy does and apologize for your earlier insolence," Moses exhaled, satisfaction evident in his tone, thinking Dillon was finally caving under pressure.With nearly all the students supporting Moses, the odds were stacked heavily against Dillon. Playing along seemed like his best option.Moses grinned smugly, convinced that Dillon was starting to understand his place."Don't test my patience, or it won't end well for you," Moses warned, his patience wearing thin.Dillon gl
The captain of the security guards wasn't around, so the vice captain hurried towards Dillon when he was told of who Vanessa's father was. “Truly, this place doesn't seem like a place someone like you should be in. Come with me and I won't have to involve the police.” The vice captain said haughtily, waving his baton threateningly. Dillon, who had been trying to reach Dahmer without success, sighed silently. Brayden wasn't also answering his phone. His lazy eyes settled on the vice captain and the entire squad he had brought with him to impress Vanessa. “I'm here to meet someone. I've tried to reach him, but he isn't answering his phone.” Dillon said in a respectful tone, but he sounded totally overbearing. The vice captain gritted his teeth in anger when he realized he seemed far better than Dillon. This scumbag had no right to talk to him in such manner. “You're waiting for someone? Pfft! That's what they all say when they come into a place like this. They pretend to be good p
Time seemed to stand still as seconds dragged on without Dillon acknowledging Dahmer's presence.While the security men looked at the scene uncomfortably silently trying to convince themselves Dahmer must've made a mistake, they had no idea the insides of his crisp white shirt clung to his body, drenched in cold sweat.As if to make matters worst, Dillon slowly took his foot off the vice captain's back and watched, his face bearing an icy expression.The vice captain ignored the searing pain in his back as he walked towards Dahmer with his nose held high up in the air. Of course, the retard had to let him off because he knew he was in trouble. Once I make Mr. Wade realize he was bowing to the wrong person, there's no telling how messed up he'd make this scoundrel's life be! With his train of thought going that way, the vice captain clearly thought Dahmer would thank him and possibly give him a raise if he cleared the supposed misunderstanding in the air. So as soon as he got to Dah
In Titanium Corporation, Vanessa and Rachel patiently waited in the lobby for Dahmer to show up, but seconds turned into minutes, and minutes to hours and soon they were waiting for three hours. Rachel moved uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes moving around the place in awe and in a little embarrassment. The receptionist had been throwing strange, but familiar glances her way. She shifted her eyes to Vanessa who was happily tapping away on her phone. "We've been here for three hours. Are you sure the chairman will still come today?" Vanessa paused for a moment and glanced up at her, "My father said he'd come. Let's wait one more hour before we leave, or are you tired of waiting?" Vanessa raised an aggressive brow which prompted Rachel to shake her head vigorously. "Of course not! I'll stay with you until we're done here!" "Good." Vanessa said and returned back to her phone. If not that she heard James took a liking to Rachel, she'd never have let someone of her class get close t
When Dillon got home, he wasn't surprised to see someone sitting outside the huge gate. "As surprising as it may sound, you should know I'm homeless now." Merlin chuckled as soon as he saw Dillon. "When I saw the news that you beat up Moses Lake, I knew you were in big trouble. I just didn't expect that your father would kick you out." Dillon said the first thing that came to his mind, taking his seat beside Merlin. "My father and his wife have been looking for an opportunity to kick me out for a very long time. Now he can use my actions as an excuse to make David his heir." Merlin smiled bitterly. "You're joking, right?" Dillon raised a brow and tilted her head to look at him, "I heard your father's company is good with interior decorations. And I need a company I can trust to help me with something." "I'm flattered the first Corporation you thought of as soon as you assumed office is my family's." "What does it matter? I'll just ask Dahmer to find another he can trust." Dillon
The buzz that the President of Titanium Corporation would be present during the Brad family anniversary celebration sent a lot of families into hoarding various expensive gifts to appease him. In a few hours, a number of high profile brands sold off majority of their most expensive dresses and suits.Meanwhile, the cause of the sensation stood in front of the mirror in his room admiring the polyester black shirt he was putting on along with a gray sweatpant. The door to his room was pushed open and a tuxedo wearing Merlin walked in. He froze seeing the numerous branded clothes scattered all over Dillon's king-sized bed, then shifted his attention to the plain man standing in front of the mirror. "Merlin, what do you think of my outfit?" Dillon asked, still checking out his outfit. Merlin stepped into the room fully, gently closing the door behind him. "Are you going for a run?""No, why do you ask?" Dillon shook his head, obviously not noticing the sarcasm laced to Merlin's voice.
When Dillon got home, he wasn't surprised to see someone sitting outside the huge gate. "As surprising as it may sound, you should know I'm homeless now." Merlin chuckled as soon as he saw Dillon. "When I saw the news that you beat up Moses Lake, I knew you were in big trouble. I just didn't expect that your father would kick you out." Dillon said the first thing that came to his mind, taking his seat beside Merlin. "My father and his wife have been looking for an opportunity to kick me out for a very long time. Now he can use my actions as an excuse to make David his heir." Merlin smiled bitterly. "You're joking, right?" Dillon raised a brow and tilted her head to look at him, "I heard your father's company is good with interior decorations. And I need a company I can trust to help me with something." "I'm flattered the first Corporation you thought of as soon as you assumed office is my family's." "What does it matter? I'll just ask Dahmer to find another he can trust." Dillon
In Titanium Corporation, Vanessa and Rachel patiently waited in the lobby for Dahmer to show up, but seconds turned into minutes, and minutes to hours and soon they were waiting for three hours. Rachel moved uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes moving around the place in awe and in a little embarrassment. The receptionist had been throwing strange, but familiar glances her way. She shifted her eyes to Vanessa who was happily tapping away on her phone. "We've been here for three hours. Are you sure the chairman will still come today?" Vanessa paused for a moment and glanced up at her, "My father said he'd come. Let's wait one more hour before we leave, or are you tired of waiting?" Vanessa raised an aggressive brow which prompted Rachel to shake her head vigorously. "Of course not! I'll stay with you until we're done here!" "Good." Vanessa said and returned back to her phone. If not that she heard James took a liking to Rachel, she'd never have let someone of her class get close t
Time seemed to stand still as seconds dragged on without Dillon acknowledging Dahmer's presence.While the security men looked at the scene uncomfortably silently trying to convince themselves Dahmer must've made a mistake, they had no idea the insides of his crisp white shirt clung to his body, drenched in cold sweat.As if to make matters worst, Dillon slowly took his foot off the vice captain's back and watched, his face bearing an icy expression.The vice captain ignored the searing pain in his back as he walked towards Dahmer with his nose held high up in the air. Of course, the retard had to let him off because he knew he was in trouble. Once I make Mr. Wade realize he was bowing to the wrong person, there's no telling how messed up he'd make this scoundrel's life be! With his train of thought going that way, the vice captain clearly thought Dahmer would thank him and possibly give him a raise if he cleared the supposed misunderstanding in the air. So as soon as he got to Dah
The captain of the security guards wasn't around, so the vice captain hurried towards Dillon when he was told of who Vanessa's father was. “Truly, this place doesn't seem like a place someone like you should be in. Come with me and I won't have to involve the police.” The vice captain said haughtily, waving his baton threateningly. Dillon, who had been trying to reach Dahmer without success, sighed silently. Brayden wasn't also answering his phone. His lazy eyes settled on the vice captain and the entire squad he had brought with him to impress Vanessa. “I'm here to meet someone. I've tried to reach him, but he isn't answering his phone.” Dillon said in a respectful tone, but he sounded totally overbearing. The vice captain gritted his teeth in anger when he realized he seemed far better than Dillon. This scumbag had no right to talk to him in such manner. “You're waiting for someone? Pfft! That's what they all say when they come into a place like this. They pretend to be good p
"If you keep this up, the school's not going to be happy. Your scholarship is on thin ice," Merlin warned, his voice tinged with annoyance.Moses snapped out of his thoughts, remembering that Dillon was still a scholarship student. If he truly came from an influential family, wouldn't he have put an end to the daily torment he endured?"You'd do well to heed his advice," he sneered, fixing a harsh gaze on Dillon.Dillon, recognizing the tension, reluctantly released the follower's hand."Good boy. Now, do what a good boy does and apologize for your earlier insolence," Moses exhaled, satisfaction evident in his tone, thinking Dillon was finally caving under pressure.With nearly all the students supporting Moses, the odds were stacked heavily against Dillon. Playing along seemed like his best option.Moses grinned smugly, convinced that Dillon was starting to understand his place."Don't test my patience, or it won't end well for you," Moses warned, his patience wearing thin.Dillon gl
Yale University, Chancellor's Office“Jethro Edward is here to see you.” The students' president reported to the Chancellor. The Chancellor sighed and took down the phone from his ear. He had just gotten off the phone with the representative of the disciplinary committee. Playing on his computer was a screen recorded video of Dillon kicking James. Thanks to the fact it was screen recorded, its quality wasn't as clear as before and because all posts with Dillon's name mysteriously disappeared from the net, a numerous number of people who recently came online couldn't identify him. “Let him in.” The Chancellor told the students' president. She walked out and seconds later, Jethro walked in. It was already two days since his son got expelled, but he chose to believe whoever intervened for Dillon could intervene for him too. The Chancellor, who was under strict rule not to mention the situation again, was left conflicted and torn about how to get rid of Jethro. “I believe you saw th
Dillon's action caused the eager eyes of the customers watching him turn to that of disdain. But what were they even expecting? A pig can't fly, can it? “What is that? Don't even come up with the stuff about forgetting your card at home, it's lame and old. Were you really planning on absconding with the food?” James hissed in amusement. “So you're not just poor, you're also a thief. That's probably how you managed to get yourself a new set of clothes. See, you should be thankful I warned you of him. Otherwise, you would've lost your job!” Rachel told the server who got Dillon's orders. The server also got nervous. She wasn't new to this job, but she hadn't really heard of anyone who tried to pull such a stunt in a place filled with so many people, so she wasn't wary of it happening. She was grateful to Rachel. Otherwise, her stupid oversight would've led to her being fired from a job that paid so well. While James and Rachel had other mocking things to say, Dillon kept wondering
Just as Dillon parted his lips to say who he was, a familiar voice yelled out, “Chancellor!” Immediately, everyone in the room glanced towards the direction it came from. This person was a man in his late thirties, and he didn't look very familiar to Dillon. But while Dillon didn't recognize him, numerous students recognized him to be the Vice Chancellor. He hurried to the Chancellor's side and handed over the tablet, he clutched tightly, to him. The Chancellor took it, and his pupils dilated in surprise when he read the second email sent by the disciplinary committee. Apparently, their decision for expulsion was right, but they had put the wrong name. “The disciplinary committee sent a follow-up email stating there was a mix-up with the names.” The Chancellor began, his eyes going to Zion and Jethro. Then with a firm voice, he said, “From today henceforth, Zion Edward has been expelled from Yale University and is expected to vacate the premises in an hour. Failure to do so, the s