I’m Someone Else

Chapter 68

Thomas came to the second floor and heard a conversation from a bedroom. If he was right, the man inside was Bernard Xenon. The sources are right. Like Johnson, this guy likes to fool around with women. Thomas barged into the room.

“Who the f*ck are you? Who let you in?” Bernard was sitting on the bed, staring at Thomas with widened eyes. He told his men to never let anyone into the room unless he explicitly ordered it. And this guy barged right in unannounced. What am I, chopped liver?

Thomas had no interest in talking to a dead man, and he quickly covered Bernard’s mouth.

It was then Bernard realized this man was not his underling. None of his lackeys would ever attack him, or he would have them killed. So, who is this guy? And how did he get in? I spent more than forty million on this manor’s defenses, and he got past everything?

His questions were left unanswered, and sadly, he would never get the answers. Thomas was holding the top of his head with one hand and his chin with his other, then Thomas twisted his head. There was a loud crack.

Thomas took out his dagger and cut off Bernard’s head, then he wrapped it up with the blanket.

The bathroom was shielded by a layer of translucent glass. From where Thomas stood, he could see the silhouette of a woman standing inside. He would like to kill her, but then he dashed the idea. She’s just his lover, and she didn’t see my face. I can let her go.

Aside from the woman in the bathroom, everyone in Westsea Manor was dead. Westsea Manor? More like Deadsea Manor. Thomas returned to his house and placed the ‘trophies’ on the table, then he took a cold shower and changed into clean clothes. I can’t go back to work looking like hell, or everyone’s going to have a heart attack.

Two down, six to go. Minacia Oito Irieson will fall by my hands. Thomas had destroyed two of the menaces in two days.

“Thomas!” Molly huddled closer and called out to Thomas softly when he came back to work.

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“I think the president’s sick,” muttered Molly. “She’s lying on the couch, probably down with a fever. Her face is red, and she won’t stop perspiring. I told her to go to a hospital, but she said she’s fine.”

Thomas went to the president’s office and saw Olivia lying on the couch with her eyes closed. She was sound asleep, and her bangs were drenched in sweat, though that only made her look more alluring.

Thomas frowned and approached the couch, then he wiped her sweat off with a tissue. He then took his coat off and draped it over her so she wouldn’t catch a cold. He knew more than anyone that Olivia wasn’t sick; his drug had kicked in, and anyone who had taken that drug would feel drowsy, though they would be fine after a nap.

Molly was a little jealous. He’s so nice to her. I want him to be nice to me too. Wait a minute, what am I thinking? Of course, he’s nice to her. I mean, it’s Olivia. She’s the prettiest woman in Irieson, and her family’s ten times stronger than mine.

She shook her head and went back to her desk to work.

He walked to the window and lit up a cigarette. “Just you watch, Dominic. I won’t rest until those who have hurt you are dead. I’ll cut their worthless heads off. Now, there’s only six of them left.”

There was a fire burning in Thomas’ eyes, and he stared up at the overcast sky, his face contorted with rage. I don’t have to worry about Zoe. Sean and William can keep her safe. Minacia Oito might be

powerful, but not even they would go head-to-head against the Mortons and the Peralta Family. Those families are powerful.

Olivia woke up at five. “What’s that smell?” She sniffed the air and caught the whiff of a cigarette. It smelled nice. She opened her eyes and saw a men’s coat over her, and on the other end of the couch was Thomas keeping watch over her. Olivia’s face turned red. So, this coat is his, huh? Oh my God, what’s happening to me? I used to be an insomniac, but somehow, I keep wanting to sleep lately. I can’t believe I fell asleep at work today. What’s happening to me? I don’t think anything’s wrong with me. My body feels light, and my mind feels refreshed. All the pain I felt is gone. Maybe I’ve been working too much.

“You’re awake.” Thomas smiled.

“Yep.” Olivia nodded and tried to sit up.

Since Thomas might get in the way, he stood up and looked at her.

However, all the sleeping had sapped Olivia of her strength. She could barely muster any power, and before she could sit up, she gasped. Worried, Thomas held her shoulder while she wrapped her arms around his hips instinctively, but she fell back down again. Caught by surprise, Thomas fell down onto the couch as well.

A hint of warmth came from Olivia’s lips. This little… accident caused them to kiss, and silence fell upon them.

The kiss was unexpected, and nobody moved or talked for a moment. One was on the couch, while the other was bent over. Olivia was still holding Thomas in her arms. If anyone else had seen this, they would have thought Olivia was the one wanting a kiss. He has nice eyes. It was Olivia’s first time seeing Thomas’ eyes at point-blank range. His eyes were brown, but they felt like an abyss—deep,

dark, and brooding. That wasn’t the look a young man should have. Only those who had seen the darkness of this world could have that kind of gaze.