“I'll relay your message, young master.” Brayden nodded with a bow. “I noticed you got here in a taxi. I'd love to deliver any car of your choice to you. You just have to tell me which of them you want.” Dillon leaned forward and raised two fingers, “I want two cars. A Bugatti Veyron and a Jaguar XJ220. Deliver the Jaguar as soon as possible.” Brayden, who had taken out his phone to write down the cars Dillon called, paused and glanced up at Dillon. “Young master, the Jaguar you mentioned isn't an expensive car. Are you sure you don't mean to imply something else?” “The Jaguar is extremely fast and sleek, and it sells for a little amount compared to the rest of it. Besides, I'll be taking it with me wherever I go and since I would rather not be the center of attention by pulling up in a car worth more than ten million dollars, the Jaguar is a perfect fit.” Dillon calmly explained the reason for his choice. Brayden found it reasonable, so he nodded. “Noted, young master. What colo
The restaurant was a luxurious one which was often frequented by wealthy people.When the people inside saw this group walk in, they just concluded they were someone's bodyguard. But because of how scary the boss looked, they once again concluded that whoever they were guarding must be someone powerful. “I didn't know the restaurant would be receiving an important figure today. Who could it be?” “Where's the lobby manager? The lobby manager should know who he is.” Two people whispered to themselves. Suddenly, someone took in a deep breath when the group of people got into the elevator. “The one with the knife cuts on his face who looks very scary is the head of a notorious gang here in New York. They call him Rafter. But his real name is Joel Maximus.” His words sent fear into the spines of numerous people and one by one, they all returned to their seats. Everyone knew Joel Maximus. He was a hound dog for the rich and powerful. He was responsible for taking care of and commutin
“There was only him when I went down. I apologize for not bringing you the person who specifically hired me.” Joel apologized for not bringing James. The latter was gone when he went to drag Moses to Dillon. “Who was the second person?” Dillon thought he should inquire. “James Roderick. He's best friends with Moses Lake. They've been best friends since childhood.” Joel responded. James Roderick. The person who Rachel went off with and who had Dillon beaten to a pulp and almost killed him. As a result of that incident, Dillon missed days of work and later got dismissed from his job as a delivery man. Dillon was yet to pay him a visit. But he didn't expect they'd meet again this soon. “What do you think you're doing, you fool!” Moses asked, witnessing how Joel spoke to Dillon gently. He refused to believe his eyes. He had heard about Joel. Joel was considered to be extremely ruthless and didn't care about pleasing anyone. As long as he was offered money, he'd immediately become an
It was soon evening, so Timothy returned to one of the penthouses which belonged to the Wolf family, while Dillon and Merlin returned to their hostel at Yale University. The day's activity had them exhausted. Especially the two times they fought. Thankfully, by the time Dillon returned to the hostel, his roommates were all already fast asleep. He took his bath and went to sleep. It was soon morning, and he was awakened by the sound of his roommates laughing over something. Dillon didn't want to feel it was deliberate, but as he sat up on his bed, they stopped laughing and began whispering among themselves. “Who does he think he is beating up, Moses Lake? Does he know the influence the Lake family has in New York? They can crush him as easily as an ant.” One of them said loudly. “He returned pretty late yesterday. He probably hid out until he was sure it was safe to return to the hostel. Moses will come for him sooner or later.” The second commented. The hostel at Yale University
At exactly 1pm after the lecture, which should've ended an hour ago, ended, some group of boys advanced towards the back seat. Upon seeing him, other students naturally stopped what they were doing and glanced towards the back. Leading the group of boys was Zion, who walked with the aid of a clutch.Dillon, who had seen them walking towards him, paid a blind eye to them as he stuffed his bag with the books he used for jotting down things during the lecture.The things he always jotted down weren't for him, since he had a pretty good retentive memory. They were for Merlin to study with, since he found it difficult assimilating things in a rush. Furthermore, Merlin usually sleeps throughout his classes, solely relying on the recording he made of the lecture with his phone and Dillon's note. Dillon had woken him up as soon as the class ended, and the latter was still stretching his body when he saw Zion and his boys walking towards them. “Did you get into a scuffle with your roommate?
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