I’m Someone Else

“Please, don’t!”

Thomas clung to the last shred of hope he had as he charged into the bathrooms.

No one was around!

Sh*t! I was too late.

A sense of despair rose in him. It seemed like he had been right. Those people had returned and taken Olivia away. Since they were capable of shooting at them while on the road, that meant she was in danger in their hands.

“Damn it!” At that thought, anger surged in him and he punched the door.

Immediately, the sturdy metal door had a dent. It was clear just how angry he was.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down as he searched hard through his memory for the number plate of the Cadillacs. “IA35888.”

Years of military experience had forced him to develop the habit of memorizing everything that he saw. Evidently, that habit had come in handy as he was able to recall the vehicle registration number of one of the Cadillacs.

“Hey,” he barked out as he called William.

“What is it, Thomas?” William was currently enjoying his dinner.

“Look up a license plate number for me, Will. Be quick!”

Hence, he did not ask for more information and swiftly left his dinner behind to pull out a pen and paper from his desk. He then jotted down the license plate number Thomas

worry. I’ll get it done soon.” After hanging up, William contacted his father and asked him for help tracing the location of the Cadillac. However, the government servants had all clocked off. That meant it would take at least

would not

mood to eat his dinner anymore. Instead,

Ding!

later, he received a message

still in Olivia’s apartment. He was smoking while waiting on the couch for William’s news. When he saw the

he read the message, particularly when he reached the section that stated the Cadillac was a car reserved for the inner disciples of

puzzled. What did Hind

if they lay a single hand on her, I will kill them all!”

room with his phone in his hand, a spine-chilling look flashed in his eyes. He grabbed a paring knife and charged out of the

shown so much concern for him in that short time. When he faced financial troubles, she helped him out and even

to hurt his friends had

was still the issue of the gunshot wound. He was the King of Marksmen. How

using the GPS. The entire building was empty by now. It was pitch black with only lights on inside the security room on the first

easily took the two security guards out. He then held the knife against the older-looking security guard’s neck and

through,” the security

into the room. The demon did not say a single word before beating them up. What on earth was going

right now. If she’s hurt at all, your entire family is doomed! Remember, my patience is finite. You only have thirty minutes. If I don’t

held their breaths in fear when they heard that. Who was Thomas? What gave him

was one of the most powerful men in the city. It was not an

With his knife in

Tick. Tock.

One final glance at the entrance of the building revealed