I’m Someone Else

Chapter 154

Chloe nodded and smiled sweetly. “Thank you, Thomas.”

“You’re my godsister, so it’s my responsibility to keep you happy always. No need to thank me for the gifts. Now, try them out and see if it suits you.”

“Alright.” She got out of the car to try on the shoes. “They fit perfectly.” After that, she took them off and changed into her old shoes again.

Puzzled, Thomas asked, “Why’d you change them out?”

“I’m going to wear these when Zachary comes home. I’m going to welcome him back while wearing these shoes.”

Unbeknownst to her, Thomas felt his heart shred into pieces upon hearing that, and he froze up. She has no idea her brother’s never coming home.

“What’s wrong, Thomas?”

He snapped out of it and heaved a long sigh. “It’s nothing. You should go back to work.”

“It’s almost lunchtime, anyway. How about I treat you to lunch?”

Unfortunately, he was in no mood for lunch, so he waved her down. “You go ahead. I have something to settle.”

“Okay.” A dejected Chloe nodded and walked back into the building while holding her new shoes. Every time I talked about Zachary, he would have a weird look on his face. It was almost as if Thomas was feeling sad. Why, though? Does he not want Zachary to come home? That’s not likely. They’re buddies, after all. He should be looking forward to it. Chloe was starting to suspect something, but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was.

Thomas saw her off and drove away, though he had no idea where to go. He came to a quiet spot to calm himself down. Then, he started burning through his stock of cigarettes, and soon, tears streamed down his cheeks. “I’m… sorry, my friend. I owe you a debt that can never be repaid, but please watch over us. I promise I’ll make your family happy. I swear, so just wait a little while longer. When they no longer need me, I shall meet you in the afterlife and confess my sins.”

Everyone thought Thomas was a brave, undefeatable man, but he was not. He only made sure he hid his weakness carefully. Even now, Thomas still had dreams of that failed mission, especially the very moment he shot Zachary. Since then, he had developed somniphobia. He was afraid he might dream of that day again if he slept.

This was clearly a case of post-traumatic stress disorder, but he never told anyone about it. He had a lot of things to do and so many people to protect. There was no way he could show his weaker side to anyone.

It was already 3.00PM when he came back to Keyshire Property. He then went into Olivia’s office.

“You’re back.” Olivia smiled.

“Yeah,” Thomas responded.

“Does she like the shoes you got her?”

“Very much.”

“Good to hear.”

Thomas was in no mood to talk. He plopped down on the couch and started resting his eyes.

Olivia gazed at him. She had a feeling he just went through something incredibly heartbreaking. It seems like he didn’t just go to give Chloe some shoes. He’s trying his best to hide it, but I can feel a

hint of depression coming from him.

Molly felt that, too. She wanted to ask him if he was alright, but she had no courage to do that. After all, Thomas and Olivia were the perfect match, not her. She might be seen as a third wheel if she did anything stupid.

Meanwhile, at the Hind Residence, Blake was fuming. He thought he was about to explode from rage. How the f*ck?! He had sent four killers to Northpine Villa to take out Thomas once, but they failed. Not only did they fail, but they also ended up giving their lives for it! I spent so much time and effort training them! Not one to give up easily, Blake had sent out six more killers just to take out Thomas this time, but he still received no news even after so long.

Five minutes ago, his curiosity and impatience got the better of him, so he called the leader of the six, but no one took the call. He was no idiot. He knew that the mission had failed once again. How is that possible? He’s not a god!

“Blake…” Jake called out to his brother quietly. He’s furious. I think I can see the fire burning in his eyes. Gods, that’s scary.

“Blake…” Jake called out to his brother quietly. He’s furious. I think I can see the fire burning in his eyes. Gods, that’s scary. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Tell them to keep hunting Thomas down. We’ll send out eight—no, ten killers this time. There’s no way he can keep getting away with it. I won’t stop until he’s dead!”

Jake’s knees almost buckled out of the fear that he was feeling. “Calm down, Blake. He’s scarier than we thought. If he manages to take out a few more of the killers, he’ll destroy our trump card. We need that to stand tall.”

The killers were the Hinds’ trump cards. Training even one of them up required a lot of time, effort, and money. Thomas alone had taken out ten of those killers, and they didn’t have many of them left. This was a risk they must not take.

Blake calmed down a little after hearing that. Jake has a point. If I keep doing this, I’m going to ruin the family’s foundation. But what about Drake? Thomas killed him, and he humiliated me. I won’t let this slide until I have my revenge! But how?

“Blake, that man is no ordinary person. Our trump cards are powerful enough to run this city by themselves, but you saw what happened. Thomas is more terrifying than we thought. Besides… um…” Jake trailed off. If he kept going on, he’d be rubbing salt into his brother’s wound. He didn’t want to do that when Blake was furious, or Blake might take it out on him.

“Besides what? Spit it out!”

“Fine, but don’t get mad.” Jake mustered up his courage and continued, “Back when he charged into our house, he had taken you out without so much as breaking a sweat. You’re the strongest fighter among us. If not even you can defeat him, I don’t think anyone in the family can.”