"That's not true, Dakota!" His uncle denied her words. He changes the expression on his face to a helpless face, trying to get sympathy from Dakota. Unfortunately, it's useless. No matter what his uncle looked like, he wouldn't go easy on him because that man didn't deserve to be treated well.Dakota remained cold to him. "That's the real truth. All this time, you treated me inhumanely. You often left nothing for me to eat when I was the one who prepared the food for you. You ordered me to do things a little boy like me shouldn't do." He recalled the dark period of his life.Those times alone were the most challenging part for him to talk about, but he opened them up, exposing them to the man so the old man would know what he had done to him."You beat me up for the trivial things I did, and you beat me up for things that weren't even worth the size of your feet and hands. You left me cowering in pain, begging to be forgiven. You locked me in a small room and let me starve for days. A

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

"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

"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

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