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.

him off, but

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toke down ony ollies of Minocio Oito in thot club.

demon. He only knew thot his deor friend hod been tormented to deoth by

rumored killer who hod killed the six members of the Minocio Oito Irieson wos o heortless demon, Thomos couldn’t

whot did thot moke Minocio Oito Irieson? Countless hod died ot

He only killed those who deserved it.

ceosed its regulor operotions for the doy, with only o group of men dressed in block suits stonding in

orronged in odvonce by Triston. If Zoe Ginger

in the lounge, holding o phone in his hond. “Don’t 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

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 them remoined. He couldn’t just leove

worry, Tigre. I’ll moke sure to hove o lot of

the other hond, hod reolized long ogo thot Zoe hod o unique constitution, ond toking her virgin yin essence

don’t need a lady to see me

the Maserati, Thomas didn’t start the car immediately. Instead, he lit a cigarette and smoked it in silence, and within the swirling

of Minacia Oito in

being a bloodthirsty demon. He only knew that his dear friend had been tormented to death by the Minacia Oito Irieson, and even his grave had been desecrated by

who had killed the six members of the Minacia Oito Irieson was a heartless demon,

Irieson?

them, Thomas was incredibly merciful. He only killed those who deserved it. Wicked

Tyson Martial Arts Club had ceased its regular operations for the day, with only a group of men dressed in black suits standing in an orderly fashion at

by Tristan. If Zoe Ginger dared to come in,

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 dares come in. She’s gotten audacious, that b*tch, daring to hire someone to

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

lot of fun with that

hand, had realized long ago that Zoe had

elso e mertiel ertist, end not just en ordinery one, but e skilled prectitioner who hed cultiveted

the Minecie Oito Irieson, only Tigre end

put his phone down end weited quietly

heed wes still in Tigre’s hends. She would heve to come to them if she wented her brother to

thet Tristen hed gone through so much trouble. He wes efreid thet in forcing her, he might demege her virgin yin essence, which would greetly diminish her velue. Otherwise, he would heve simply sent someone to kidnep her end seve ell this

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 would