Dillon whirled around to see a neatly dressed man in a black tuxedo. His hair which was relaxed stunned Dillon as it was black and shiny.
This man looked no less than 50, but thanks to how good he had taken care of himself, he still walked and looked agile.
Young Master? The power he felt minutes ago left him as he got overwhelmed with extreme fear.
He looked at the elderly man and the elderly man looked at him, none saying a word. After a while, Dillon bolted. However, he was surprised to see he hadn't gotten far despite the fact his feet seemed to be moving.
Glancing down, he realized he was stuck to the same spot as before. What was happening?
"I'm sorry, sir. I had no idea they were your children. Punish me, beat me up, but don't take me to the cops as I have no money to bail myself." Dillon pleaded desperately.
This man was a part of a wealthy family as well. Of course it made sense that he had his own ability as well. And if that was the case, then he, Dillon, was screwed.
The elderly man had a confused look as he rushed up to Dillon, releasing him in the process.
"Young master, are you okay?" He asked worriedly, reaching out to touch Dillon. However, Dillon flinched and backed away. Seeing this, the man held back.
"Your son is over there." Dillon mumbled, pointing at the boys he had beaten up.
The man didn't spare them a glance as he quickly shook his head and introduced himself to Dillon, "Young master Dillon, I'm Brayden Darren."
"You know my name. How do you know my name?" Dillon asked suspiciously, relaxing in the process.
Now that he thought of it, there was no reason for him to run earlier. After all, all he wanted was someone to put him out of his misery.
Having a wealthy man do it might heighten the chances of him being born again in a wealthy home in his next life. And even if it didn't, he could always die again.
"You were 9 months, 8 days and three hours old when your father and mother got into a ghastly accident which claimed their lives. I was your parents' chauffeur, responsible for driving them safely to any function they attended. However, I couldn't make it one day because your father tasked me with arranging your baby shower."
Brayden had to stop talking when he realized Dillon had his eyes pinned on him the whole time.
"Is anything the matter, young master?" He asked in confusion.
Much to his surprise, Dillon laughed out loud. Getting on his feet, he hissed, "I've heard of people like you. Actors who are hired to mislead people."
"I'm sorry, but I don't have a penny on me at the moment. In fact, I just got fired from my job, got beaten up by a guy my girlfriend was cheating on and just tried to kill myself. So if you're here based on James' order to make my life a living hell, you're late. Too late."
Brayden had his eyes widen in shock. The next second, he was having a moment while Dillon watched on awkwardly.
Even though this person was a con-man, he was still old and merely trying to make ends meet by doing something so disgraceful.
Dillon, who was empathetic towards the elderly and children, didn't have the mind to walk away. Instead, he took out the money the security guard had stuffed into his pocket and slipped it into Brayden's hand.
"It's not much, but it should be enough to take care of a few bills for you. Go extort someone richer." Dillon sighed and tried to walk away.
Brayden who had cried not because of the reason Dillon expected, but because he felt guilty and ashamed that the young master of the Grendel family was living such a pitiful life and it was all his fault.
He quickly got up and whipped out a black card from his pocket. "I'm so sorry to hear all about what happened to you, young master."
"And while you're not in the right frame of mind to hear what I have to say about the family you come from, please hold onto this. When next I return, I'll bring a proper one."
Dillon turned the card over, inspecting it.
"What is this? A mall or meal card? It doesn't even have a name on it." He asked suspiciously, glancing up at Brayden.
"It's one of the ten black cards in the world, young master. Even if you buy the whole country, it'll be like a drop in the ocean compared to the amount in that card." Brayden explained with a smile.
"And you want me to have it?" Dillon asked in amusement.
Of course he didn't believe this old man, but he was happy this old man had a good heart.
"If it's not enough, I can get you two of it or anything you want, young master." Brayden quickly said.
Dillon had doubt in his eyes, but he decided to leave it at that. His eyes went over to where the three boys previously were, but discovered they were no longer there. The only person there was their victim who was now emotionally traumatized.
"Young master, this is my card with my phone number on it. Call me if you need anything. No matter how small you think it is, don't hesitate to call me." Brayden told Dillon, placing his guard in Dillon's pocket.
Dillon merely nodded, not taking his words sincerely. He walked up to the girl and helped her up. Although his clothes were dirty, it was still a better covering for the girl.
Seconds after Dillon left, Brayden smiled broadly, the words, "He looks and acts just like his father." Escaping his lips.
Then he turned his attention to the money in his palm. He folded it neatly and stuffed it in his pocket, then he walked out to the main road where a black maybach exelero was parked.
No sooner had he gotten in did his phone ring. Taking a glance at the caller, Brayden's face changed.
"Did you find him?" An authoritative gruffy voice asked from the other end.
Brayden looked outside the car's window where he saw Dillon walking on the road with nothing on other than his briefs and black singlet.
Redirecting his gaze into the car, he responded, "No, I didn't. It was just a false alarm."