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.

he, mad? Did he just slap Wallace? You’re just a regular driver. The guy’s the

Show that arse what he deserves! So what if he

roared while clutching his cheek. An ex-military loser like him, slapping me? I’ll destroy

you can kill me?” Thomas sneered and slammed his feet into Wallace’s

than Wallace could take, and he flew backward a few yards like a big, fat ball. “I told you to lay low, Wallace. You’re just a hotel manager, not the king of the

Sean and William made their appearance. Sean was still holding his car keys. “What happened,

waved his hand. “Nothing.

looked at Wallace, who was lying on the ground like

“You mean him?”

“Yep.”

William approached Wallace and landed

skin

done. Sean wrapped his arm around Thomas’ shoulder. “Let’s get dinner,

moment later, Thomas remembered something, and he turned to his best friend. “Come with us, Howard. It’s been years since

to hang out with Thomas. It

bottle of special red wine, sharing it with his friends as they had their chat. Howard couldn’t join in the conversation no matter how he tried,

like this, but he knew rich people when he saw one. Just the red wine alone cost at least eleven thousand dollars per bottle, or at least that was