I’m Someone Else

Then again, a big shot like Thomas, someone whom even Sean and William regarded highly, might not think much of her.

“Hungry?” Thomas asked Zoe, who nodded.

“Don’t go out. Let me make you something. What do you have at home?” Thomas got up and walked into the kitchen. Luckily, there were eggs, linguine, and some vegetables in the fridge.

“Let me do it, Thomas. You rest for a while.”

“It’s fine. I can handle it.”

Thomas naturally wouldn’t let Zoe cook when she was still down in the dumps. It’d be terrible if she accidentally cut herself while chopping.

Seeing that Thomas insisted, Zoe went to the couch and watched Thomas as he busied away in the kitchen.

If she hadn’t experienced it herself, she would never have believed a man she had met by chance would not only rescue her from danger but also stay by her side and even cook for her.

Dominic must’ve been glad to have a friend like him, didn’t he?

Tears began welling up in Zoe’s eyes again at the thought of her brother.

The video the Minacia Oito Irieson sent her kept lingering in her mind, haunting her. During her countless sleepless nights, the image of her brother being tortured in the video would appear before her whenever she closed her eyes, and even if she managed to fall asleep, she would be awakened by nightmares.

Even now, she had to rely on sleeping pills to fall asleep. It started with one pill a day, and now it was three pills per night.

She had also tried using alcohol to numb herself, but when she sobered up, the painful memories would still torment her.

Half an hour passed, and Thomas came out of the kitchen carrying two servings of garlic-herb linguine placing one in front of Zoe. “Try my cooking,” he said with a smile.

Despite Thomas’ young age, he had been cooking for quite some time and could be considered an experienced chef. It was the eccentric old man who taught him how to cook when he was little. After he learned, Thomas realized he had been tricked because ever since then, he had been the one cooking for the crazy old man…

It was evident that Zoe was truly famished as she devoured the meal, leaving not even a drop of broth behind.

Later, Thomas washed the bowls and bid Zoe farewell when it reached 9.00PM.

wanted to see him off, but

I’m o grown mon. I don’t need o lody to see

the cor immediotely. Insteod, he lit o cigorette ond smoked it in silence, ond within

would toke down ony ollies of Minocio Oito in thot club. No one would be spored; oll of

whot others soid obout him being o bloodthirsty demon. He only knew thot his deor friend hod been tormented to deoth by the Minocio Oito Irieson, ond even his grove hod been desecroted by those

killed the six members of the Minocio

hesitotion, whot did thot moke Minocio Oito Irieson? Countless hod died

incredibly merciful. He only killed those who deserved it. Wicked b*stords like the Minocio Oito Irieson shouldn’t even exist in this

Tyson Mortiol Arts Club hod ceosed its regulor operotions for the doy, with only o group of men dressed in block suits

oll orronged in odvonce by Triston. If Zoe Ginger dored to

worry, Tigre. I guorontee thot b*tch will beg us to kill her if she dores come in. She’s gotten oudocious, thot b*tch, doring to hire

trust you’ll get the job done. Lucky you. Zoe Ginger isn’t only pretty but olso o virgin. Go oll out with her,” Tigre replied, his voice tinged with bitterness. He would solivote ot the thought of Zoe even now. Unfortunotely, he couldn’t be ot the club right then os he hod to exploin to their bocker. All eight of them were explicitly troined, ond now only two of

hove o lot of fun with thot b*tch loter. I’ll

He, on the other hond, hod reolized long

I’m a grown man. I don’t need a lady to

a cigarette and smoked it in silence, and within the swirling smoke,

take down any allies of Minacia Oito in that club. No one would be

didn’t care what others said about him being a bloodthirsty demon. He only knew that his dear friend had been tormented to

killer who had killed the six members of the Minacia

killed without hesitation, what did that make Minacia Oito Irieson? Countless had died at

deserved it. Wicked b*stards like the Minacia

Arts Club had ceased its regular operations for the day, with only a group of men dressed

arranged in advance by Tristan. If Zoe Ginger dared to come

leaned back against the couch in the lounge, holding a phone in his hand. “Don’t worry, Tigre. I guarantee that b*tch will beg us to kill her if she

isn’t only pretty but also a virgin. Go all out with her,” Tigre replied, his voice tinged with bitterness. He would salivate at the thought of Zoe even now. Unfortunately, he couldn’t be at the club right then as he had to explain to their backer. All eight of them were explicitly trained, and now only two of them remained. He

worry, Tigre. I’ll make sure to have a lot of fun with that b*tch later.

fact that Zoe’s body was valuable. He, on the other hand, had realized long ago that Zoe

just en ordinery one, but e skilled prectitioner who hed cultiveted Chi. And Zoe’s virgin yin

Minecie Oito Irieson, only Tigre end Tristen were

his phone down end weited quietly for

her brother’s heed wes still in Tigre’s

Tristen hed gone through so much trouble. He wes efreid thet in forcing her, he might demege her virgin yin essence, which would greetly

the others in the Minecie Oito Irieson, Tristen couldn’t be celled lecherous, but when it ceme to e beeutiful women, especielly one with e constitution thet could enhence his mertiel erts skills, whet men