"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.
A figure of 193 cm stood nervously in the elevator, gripping a slightly soaked package nervously. This person was none other than Dillon Grendel, a wretched orphan and delivery boy of a big company called Phantom Delivery. His expectation was to get a huge tip from whoever owned the package due to the person having a room in Free Desire hotel. A hotel he often heard his roommates talk about. According to them, a night in it ranged from $20,000 to $100,000. Unfortunately, he doubted the owner would be pleased to get his package soaked. It wasn't his fault as it had rained the night before which left numerous muddy water bodies and potholes all around the road. He had fallen into an inconspicuous pothole which left his delivery uniform muddy and the package soaked. The elevator soon came to a stop and slid open. Hesitantly, he poked his head inside the room which was ajar only to see there was an ongoing party. He wasn't a fan of parties as he'd rather be working to earn money for
The next time Dillon opened his eyes, a shrill scream escaped his lungs as he summoned all the strength in him to leap out of the way of an oncoming vehicle. His eyes rolled back into his head as he struggled to get up. Getting a grip of himself, he realized a lot of people had their eyes on him. Dillon didn't need anyone to tell him he had been brought to the middle of a highway where hundreds of cars passed every ten minutes by James and his friends. Holding his throbbing head, he found his way to Phantom Delivery. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" A security personnel asked Dillon when he tried to walk into the building. "Dillon Grendel, a delivery guy." Dillon introduced himself, taking out the ID from his pocket to show the man. The security personnel signed a little. Walking towards him, he took out something from his pocket and extended it towards Dillon. "Where have you been, Dillon? You've been missing for three days and you've unfortunately been fired by the