I’m Someone Else

One was the general manager of a five-star hotel, while the other was just a driver. The former was humiliating the latter, and nobody would help the weaker side unless they were stupid.

“It must be hard in the military. I heard you found a job? You’re a driver now? And here I thought I was going to hire you if you were unemployed. We used to be classmates, after all. I know you never got into college, but I still think I should help you.”

Wallace was looking so genuine, and it would have been believable if not for his earlier act. Pity Felice isn’t here, or I’ll show off everything I have and make her realize she made the wrong decision to date this loser but not me.

“Lay low, Wallace, or you might find yourself in a big pickle if you show off too much.” Thomas stared at Wallace in disgust. He knew they were romantic rivals back at school, but he never thought badly of Wallace. Now he could see that Wallace was nothing but a petty maggot.

“You think I’d be in a pickle just because I’m telling the truth?” Wallace paused for a moment, and then he stepped forward and pointed at his own face. He mocked, “Well, why don’t you hit me and see how much of a pickle I’ll be in? You can’t even keep your girlfriend, so don’t even try to threaten me, dumb*ss!”

Wallace kept insulting Thomas. Every single cell on his body moaned in delight. That’ll teach you not to take my woman away. I’ll humiliate you today if it’s the last thing I do!

“Enough. Time for dinner. You think a loser cuck like him can do anything to you? You give him too much credit,” Izzy said.

Wallace nodded. “Go in, Thomas. Make sure you savor every bite of the food here, or you might never have the chance again.”

And then Wallace was given a tight slap. I’ve warned you. I told you to lay low, but you just kept yammering on and on. This is what you get, so don’t complain.

mad? Did he just slap Wallace? You’re just

Show that arse what he deserves! So what if he has a better job? Doesn’t mean he can

roared while clutching his cheek. An ex-military loser like

kill me?” Thomas sneered and slammed

fat ball. “I told you to lay low, Wallace. You’re just

their appearance. Sean was still holding his car

his hand. “Nothing. Just beating up a

The gentlemen looked at Wallace, who was

“You mean him?”

“Yep.”

The grumpy William approached Wallace and landed

again and I’ll skin you

he’s done. Sean wrapped his arm around

to his best friend. “Come with us, Howard. It’s been

hang out with Thomas. It was better than facing

red wine, sharing it with his friends as they had their chat. Howard couldn’t join in

Just the red wine alone cost at least eleven thousand dollars per bottle, or at least that was the case in this hotel. But these