Chapter 8 I Will Become Stronger And More Powerful

Dillon was dumbfounded. Did this boy's iris just turn to a darker shade of blue? Like mine?

Moses was obviously angered by Timothy's words as he threateningly hit his golf club on the floor as he affirmed, "Since you three have a death wish, I'll grant it. After all, it's an honor to be killed by me."

He nodded at the group of men who had alighted from the boss. With their club, the men advanced towards Dillon, Timothy, and Merlin.

Dillon quickly snapped out of his thought and glanced towards the men.

The first person raised his club to hit Timothy, but Dillon reached out in time to stop him. With darkened eyes, he hissed, "No matter what, you should never hit kids with such tenacity!"

Then he sent the thug flying towards the bus he came with.

Such a show of strength stunned the rest of them, but when they thought of the advantage they had against Dillon and Merlin, they kept advancing towards them.

Timothy, on the other hand, was prepared to take out anyone headed towards him, but after Dillon protected him, he forfeited the thought and nimbly hid behind Dillon like a child was meant to.

Moses' eyes gleamed in rage when he saw the men he had called being beaten up by Dillon and Merlin. Forget it, he'll handle this himself.

He proceeded towards Dillon with his club. For some reason, he found this person utterly annoying and wanted nothing more than to bash in his head with his golf club.

Unfortunately for him, Dillon saw him from the corner of his eyes and dodged his strike. This caught him by surprise and since he didn't anticipate such a move, he was easily flung to the floor by Dillon.

Merlin already handled the rest of Moses' men.

"You bastard, do you have any idea who I am?" Moses asked through gritted teeth from the dusty floor. He couldn't believe it was impossible to get up because Dillon had his leg pressed on his back.

"I heard your name is Moses Lake. But the Lake family doesn't ring a bell, and they certainly are not worth anything in my eyes." Dillon retorted, applying more pressure on his foot.

"The Lake family will never let you off. However, if you take off your leg from my back, I might reconsider and not hold it against you. You might just get a broken hand or foot, and your hospital bill will be taken care of by the Lake family." Moses relented.

Moses was wise enough to realize he couldn't escape from Dillon's grip. But he still held on to the thought that the only reason he was in this condition was because he underestimated Dillon!

He felt Dillon's grip on him loosen for a while before he helped the man up.

"See, you chose right. Consider this as the Lake family being magnanimous to you." Moses said smugly, thinking that the reason he was released was because Dillon became afraid of him.

In reality, Dillon held up the new phone he had gotten with a small frown. Brayden sent a message asking for them to meet. He wondered what else Brayden had to tell him.

Then he turned his attention to Moses, who was yet to realize Dillon heard none of his words.

"Just don't go around bullying people and treating them like they are worth nothing. The next time this happens, I won't let you or your family off. Do you understand?"

Moses almost cursed Dillon out, but then recalled the humiliation of being on the floor, so he gritted his teeth silently and nodded, "I understand."

Dillon got into a taxi which had stopped to see what was happening, Merlin and Timothy getting in with him.

As soon as the taxi sped out, Moses angrily picked up his club and flung it somewhere far away.

"He got into a taxi. That bastard got into a taxi. Even secret heirs have little cars of their own. How dare he treat me like his fucking subordinate!" Moses kept murmuring in spite.

His phone rang, and he took it out to see his father calling.

He was about to complain about being humiliated by Dillon when his father's enraged words sounded, "You idiot! How could you embarrass the Lake family in such a way! Now the whole country is laughing at us! Get back here and think of a way to take care of the situation before it affects my political campaign and the family's company at large!"

Moses' eyes reddened like one who had been wronged. His eyes quickly darted towards the route the taxi carrying Dillon had taken, and he balled his hand into a tight fist. Just you wait, I'll have your mangled body thrown into the ocean!

He got into the car he had come with and drove towards the Lake's family's house. On the way, he wondered how his father had found out about the incident, only to take out his phone to see numerous news notifications entailing his name.

The one which annoyed him more had the headline 'Moses Lake finally put in his place by a fine young man!'

"Bastards! How dare they publish an article smearing my name." He hissed, then he shut his eyes to calm down. He refused to let Dillon control how he felt. Someone like Dillon shouldn't be worth his time.

"I need information on who that bastard is." He spoke to the driver, who nodded immediately.

"Yes, sir."

He soon stopped the car outside the Lake family residence, and Moses climbed down from it.

As the heir of the Lake family, he certainly had a lot of authority in the family's say and was often looked at with respect even by those older than him.

But as he walked into the living room, he could see the ridicule in most of their eyes, even though they tried their best to hide it.

The head of the family, a man in his early seventies, Jason Lake, sat in his rightful seat, the rest of the Lake family surrounding him, as he trembled at the content of the article posted less than ten minutes ago.

Attached to it were photos of Moses being pressed to the ground by Dillon.

"Father, you shouldn't be seeing things like this. I promise to take care of it before the day runs out." Another man in his early fifties said, gently taking the tablet from Jason.

Jason exhaled in satisfaction. He was getting old, so he was relieved he still had a sensible son.

Moses immediately put on an aggrieved look as he rushed towards Jason and fell next to his feet, "Grandfather, someone dared to hit me. All I wanted to do was teach some mannerless kid a lesson, but some bastards humiliated me because of it! You need to avenge me, grandfather."

"All you do is cause trouble while your uncle has to take care of the mess all the time for you. And why was it possible he beat you in a fight. Hasn't your strength improved?" Jason hissed, glaring hard at his son.

Moses would never accept Dillon won because he was stronger, so he bowed and assured Jason in a firm voice, "I was caught unaware, Grandfather. But I'm very sure I'll be able to win fair and square if I meet some other time."

"If you don't help me find him, our family will face great embarrassment and the board will think we're no longer fit to run the company. So, help me. Please."

"Your uncle, Matthew, will help you find and take your revenge on him. Next time, some losers will dare not think they can look down on us and go scot free."

Jason only agreed because he feared the company's stock price would drop drastically if the matter wasn't taken care of as soon as possible.

As they planned on how to get back at Dillon, the latter sat in a private room with Brayden going through some documents.

"Titanium Corporation is the biggest company in New York. There's only one of it in the world, which makes it difficult for people to get its services. Hence, they are always booked all year round." Dillon said as he tidied the various documents into a neat pile.

Glancing up at Brayden, he asked, "Does the Grendel family own it as well?"

Brayden shook his head as he replied, "No, they don't. But your parents did. And you're their next of kin, which makes it yours. It became yours the moment you clocked 18."

"What?" Dillon asked, dazzled. The company he worked in as a delivery man was a subsidiary of Titanium Cooperation. So, he was humiliated and kicked out of his own company by one of his staff.

"While I was still searching for you, Dahmer Wade has been taking care of it in your absence. So, just go to him and sign the official document to state you've officially taken control of it." Brayden said, and took out a contact card from his pocket.

"This is Dahmer's number. He'll be expecting your call whenever you decide to meet him. However, your grandfather says to tell you, the earlier, the better."

Dillon numbly took the card and glanced at Dahmer's name and Titanium Cooperation written prettily in gold color on it before Brayden's latter words registered in his brain, "My grandfather? When do I get to meet him?"

The thought of having a father figure who cared for him, something he had never known his whole life, got Dillon really excited.

"I'm afraid, not any time soon." Brayden said with an apologetic smile, "Your grandfather and I have reasons to believe whoever killed your parents, will likely come after you as well."

"So, we intend to keep you hidden for the time being until we ascertain you'll become someone strong and powerful."

"Fully capable of taking care of yourself. He doesn't want to lose you like he lost your parents."

Someone from the Grendel family killed my parents? Dillon clenched his fists at that.

"Assure my grandfather that I will become someone stronger and more powerful soon. And he doesn't need to worry about those people in the Grendel family who killed my parents. When the time comes, I'll take care of them myself."