I’m Someone Else

Chapter 113

The Mortons and the Peralta Family would be a hassle to deal with too.

“You can’t kill him. At least not now,” said Tristan. If Sean and William are involved, it’d make things more difficult.

Pontius’ back was drenched with sweat. Good thing I have Tristan. If I had tried to attack this man, I would have become Sean and William’s target. Good thing Tristan is smart, or I would have been dead by now.

Indeed, he was lucky. He should have died a few days ago, but Thomas was preoccupied with something else. By the time Thomas was done with his business, Minacia Oito had realized someone was killing them.

“I know I can’t kill him, but what should I tell Mr. Leslie? He specifically told me to do this, or he’s going to kill me.”

“Gah, why are you so scared of him? He’s a useless piece of trash who wastes his time f*cking around with women. If this was his father, we might have to talk it out, but him? You can ignore him,” snapped Fordan. This is a suicide mission for Pontius, you dipsh*t. What are you thinking, Leslie?

“He’s right. We’re not their personal guards. We can help them out with some of the more trivial matters, but not this. We don’t take orders from anyone, especially not useless bums like Leslie,” Tristan said.

“You have to thank Tristan, Pontius. If he hadn’t stopped you, Tigre would have chewed you out. Had you attacked this man, Sean and William would have stepped in.”

Pontius quickly nodded. I am not going to touch this man. “Okay, sure. Leslie can eat sh*t for all I care.”

Dick mused over something and solemnly said, “Change of plans. We can’t look into this man. If Sean or William finds out, we’ll be in big trouble. We’ll go with Tigre’s plan and start our investigation with Zoe.”

“God, just hearing that name makes me mad!” Fordan snorted. “She’s f*cking lucky she escaped this.”

“Seems like someone wants to sleep around again.” Pontius winked at him. Zoe was a beautiful woman after all, and she was hot too. Just thinking about her filled him with desire. If she hadn’t found herself some powerful backers, Pontius would make her sleep with him too.

Everyone looked at the empty seats and sighed. If their brothers were still here, life would be much more fun. They could eat, drink, and be merry all day, yet death took them away too soon. All the hard work they had put in meant nothing now, at least to the dead.

“Just you wait, guys. We’ll find the killer and avenge you guys.” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“If I find out who the killer is, I’ll destroy their family.”

Thomas was in the villa, musing about his business. Weird. Why did Pontius disappear all of a sudden? I’ve been waiting outside his house for the whole day, but he didn’t come back. Where did he go? Did they find me out? No, I made sure to do my job cleanly. I left no clues. I swear I’ll kill all of them. I will not let Dominic die in vain. And that b*stard, Tigre, still has his head. I will take it back from him. I don’t care how powerful your backers are, but from the moment you hurt my friend, you’ve signed a death warrant. If your backers want vengeance, then they can come to me, but I don’t guarantee their survival.

“A-Are you alright, Thomas?” Olivia noticed the look on Thomas’ face, and she was worried. It had been an hour since he fell silent, and his face was slowly contorting with anger. What is he thinking?

Thomas snapped out of it and mumbled, “It’s nothing.” She shouldn’t know about this. Olivia’s in enough danger as it is, and dragging her into this won’t do her any good.

Since Thomas wouldn’t explain, Olivia sat beside him and stared at his face. Oh, his eyes are so mesmerizing. So… deep set. I can get lost in his eyes. Men were like books, or some people would say that. All Olivia wanted was to read the book called Thomas. “So why aren’t you using my BMW Z4 now?” It had been a while since I saw that car. He’s been driving the Maserati around.

“I wanted to change things up,” Thomas lied. He couldn’t tell her the car was bombed, or she’d be worried sick.

“Sure. I’m not a part of the family anymore, and that car belongs to them.” I’m not the company’s president anymore, so the car isn’t mine. It belongs to them now.

“I’ll get a new one for you. We have enough money to buy anything.” Thomas smiled. Olivia might no longer be the Pearson Group’s president, but she was Keyshire Property’s president now. She needed a good car, and one better than a Z4. Otherwise, everyone’s going to say she couldn’t survive after leaving the Pearsons. The car isn’t what I care about, but Olivia’s reputation must be upheld.

“Really?” Olivia blinked, looking excited. She had always wanted her own car, but she had no money. Every expense must pass through the company’s finance department, and the money she lent to Thomas came from her own pocket. To be exact, it was gift money from her grandfather.

“Of course.” Thomas was amused. “Hey, you’re not expecting me to pay, are you? You saw how much I gave you. Three hundred million, and I didn’t even take a single cent. I need you to support me now.”

“Wait, then that makes you a leech.”

“Leeching off you is my ultimate dream.”