I’m Someone Else

Chapter 166

It was inevitable. Unknowingly, Thomas had made a fair number of enemies in Irieson. It was to the point where he couldn’t distinguish which formidable figure sought revenge against him.

However, the assassins had gone straight to Olivia’s bedroom this time, which meant that Olivia was their main target.

After he carefully thought about it, the only one hostile enough to target Olivia seemed to be the Xalmar Family. His guess wasn’t entirely unfounded, considering their history of attempting to assassinate Olivia in the past.

Thomas could never have imagined that tonight’s assassin wasn’t from the Xalmar Family but was sent by Leslie Yam! The person who wanted to kill Olivia was none other than his ex-girlfriend, Felice Lott!

The morning after their altercation in the mall, Felice received news that her bodyguards not only failed to harm Thomas but were instead dealt with by him. This filled her with uncontrollable anger.

Felice didn’t know Olivia at first, and the most they did was cross paths in the mall that day. Curiosity led her to investigate and discover that the woman accompanying Thomas was none other than the renowned beautiful CEO in Irieson. Furthermore, they were living together!

This ignited an even greater fury within Felice. Thomas Clifford, you think you can ruin my man just to end up with a stunning beauty yourself? You’re not as lucky as you think you are. With that, Felice started harboring murderous intentions toward Olivia.

Felice was not some kind of angel; her hatred for Thomas stemmed from her very core. In her mind, she was willing to go to any lengths to kill him!

If one attempt failed, she would go for the second attempt; if two attempts failed, she would try for the third time. She refused to believe that Thomas could escape every time!

Thus, at her desperate plea, Leslie sent eight skilled experts to assassinate Olivia and Thomas.

Speaking of Leslie, he was indeed a genuine wastrel. Olivia was the eldest daughter of the Pearson family, and any wealthy heir with a modicum of intelligence would think twice before laying a hand on her. However, Leslie didn’t even spare it a thought. He didn’t even bother to ask who the target was before he agreed to the request.

The eight experts had carefully surveyed Thomas’ villa beforehand. With their extraordinary skills, they silently lurked on the rooftop. Their initial plan was to kill Olivia, a defenseless woman, first, and then deal with Thomas.

To their surprise, Thomas had arrived before they could lay a hand on Olivia. Because of that, they had no choice but to engage in combat with him.

Meanwhile, the four experts who narrowly escaped from Thomas’ clutches knelt before Leslie in his apartment.

Leslie erupted in a furious tirade without holding back. “You bunch of useless trash! I might as well keep a dog instead of you buffoons with me. A dog can at least cheer me up. Look at you. What else can you do? You call yourselves experts? You call yourselves my subordinates? You couldn’t even kill a puny man and a b*tch! You’d better not brag about your skills anymore!”

The four men lowered their heads, afraid to utter a word. They felt wronged. When did we brag? We really are experts! Furthermore, the man you ordered us to kill is not some “puny guy.” Have you ever seen a puny guy shatter the sternum of an adult with a single punch? You call us trash? Fine, if you’re not trash, why don’t you go kill him yourself instead of strutting around here, acting all mighty? The entire Yam Family knows that you are useless. Not only are you useless, but you are also trash who only knows how to throw money around and play with women!

Of course, they could only keep these words to themselves.

“Get lost! Get your *sses somewhere far from me! I can’t stand the sight of you!”

The four of them immediately stood up and hastily left the apartment. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

With their abilities, let alone in the Yam Family, they were considered precious existences throughout the entire city of Irieson. Even the head of the Yam Family had to show them some respect. And yet, they were now being insulted by someone who was famously known as trash within the Yam Family. Even though they were displeased, they could only keep it to themselves. After all, they relied on the Yam Family for their livelihood. Despite Leslie being human scum, his status within the Yam Family was still high. Also, they couldn’t afford to get on the future heir of the family’s bad side.

Bah! We will endure it for now.

Their four other injured comrades couldn’t hold on any longer and lost their lives on their way back. It would be troublesome if the head of the Yam Family were to ask about it, as the remaining four men had to come up with a good explanation…

Felice wrapped her delicate arms around Leslie’s neck. “Honey, I don’t care. I want Thomas and his woman dead!”

Half of the anger that filled Leslie dissipated when he held the beautiful woman in his arms.

He lowered his head and kissed Felice’s face. “Don’t worry, beautiful. Your honey will definitely help you seek revenge. However, you must pay the price!”

“Geez, you’re so annoying.” Felice pretended to be shy. “I’m really curious about what you grew up eating for you to be this way…”

“Hahaha!” Leslie laughed triumphantly and carried Felice in his arms before he headed toward the bedroom.

After they were done, Felice watched Leslie smoke as she reminded him, “Honey, you have to stand up for me. Continue sending people to kill Thomas and his lover.”

Leslie nodded. “Don’t worry, I will. F*ck, how dare he piss my woman off, I won’t let him live!”

Upon hearing Leslie’s agreeing to it, Felice put on a sinister smile. Thomas Clifford, just you wait. You’ll die by my hands sooner or later!

“Ugh, it’s so annoying! My father keeps insisting that I accompany him tomorrow to learn about managing business and family affairs. I don’t have time for that nonsense! What a f*cking pain in the *ss!” Leslie complained while smoking.

He would rather spend more time messing around with Felice. Business? Family affairs? To hell with them!