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!”

after hearing what he

them knew what Nate

do. I’ll tell the manager at your bar that from tonight onward, you’ll start taking clients. I’m sure that with these looks of yours, you’ll raise all the money you need to pay me back in

“No! Mr. Poole, I—”

to give you a few more days, right?

don’t want

to you!” Nate flew into a rage and slapped her hard on the

the forceful slap.

so why bother pretending to be a class act? You should be thanking your lucky stars that

because it pays well! And enough to cover my father’s medical fees! I’m not that kind of woman!”

“Oh, stop acting tough!”

to pay the 50 thousand back if you give Nate a good

in Irieson would kill

men all started cackling and

Come.

thought of having his way with

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

eyes in despair as tears flowed down her

world treating me like

began to lament the injustice

Crash!

that seemed to have brought dust and splintered wood with it, and the forceful grip that had been holding

in a daze and saw

him look like someone who had dispirited with life,

large travel bag in one hand while the other was holding onto a chair that only

clutching his forehead with

Thomas as he hadn’t figured

were all staring at Thomas