I’m Someone Else

The burly man, Nate Poole, glared at her and fumed, “Chloe Hahn, don’t act like I haven’t shown you any mercy. When we signed the loan contract, it was clearly stated that you need to pay up by the fifteenth of this month. Well, it’s the end of the month now! How can you ask for a few more days? Are you trying to skip out on the loan?”

“No, of course not, Mr. Poole. I really don’t have any money.”

“No money, huh? Hasn’t Twilight Bar given out this month’s paychecks? Where’s yours?”

“I-I used the money to pay for my father’s hospital fees!”

“F*cking hell!” Nate cursed. “So, you have the money to pay for medical treatments for that d*mn father of yours, but no money to pay me back, huh? Do you think I’m running a charity?”

“Nate, why are you wasting your breath on her? Let’s just go around the house and take whatever’s valuable,” one of Nate’s lackeys suggested.

Nate paused. His eyes flicked across the shabby room, and his lips twitched.

Smack!

“Ouch!” The man who had spoken rubbed his head and asked resentfully, “Why did you hit me, Nate?”

“So what if I did? Bashing you up won’t make up for the grief you caused me. Why don’t you take a f*cking look around? Does it look like there’s anything valuable in here? Do you know how much she owes me? 50 thousand! Forget about the things in here. Even the selling price of this house won’t be enough to cover the debt!”

“U-Um, Mr. Poole…” Chloe spoke up weakly. “I’m renting this house… so I can’t sell it…”

“F*cking hell!” Nate felt as if he was going to get an aneurysm. He was so pissed off that he nearly choked up blood. Is it your life’s mission to make me mad, little girl?

Chloe seemed to have realized that it was poor timing for her to say something like that, so she took a step back and eyed Nate in fear.

All of a sudden, Nate’s eyes lit up. “Look at how pretty this chick is. Why am I worried about not getting my money back?”

“Hehe!”

men started leering after hearing what he

Nate meant. They threw lascivious

clients. I’m sure that with these looks of yours, you’ll raise all the money you need to pay me back

“No! Mr. Poole, I—”

to give you a few more days, right? Well, I won’t

don’t want

to you!” Nate

crashed to the ground from the forceful slap. The

so why bother pretending to be a class act? You should

enough to cover my father’s medical

“Oh, stop acting tough!”

pay the 50 thousand back

anything by having some fun with Nate. Tons of women in Irieson would kill at the chance

men all started cackling and kicking up

Hear that? Come. Let’s

at the thought of having his way with this

a weak young woman who didn’t know how to fight. How could she possibly stand a chance against Nate, who was burly and muscular?

the end, she closed her eyes in despair as tears flowed

the world treating me like this?! What did

as she began to lament the injustice in her life,

Crash!

gust of air that seemed to have brought dust and splintered wood with it, and

her head in a daze and saw the man

khaki jacket on. His stubble, slender frame, and pale complexion made him look like someone who had dispirited with life, but none of it could

holding onto a chair that only had one of its legs intact.

clutching his forehead

dumbly at Thomas

all staring at Thomas