I’m Someone Else

Thomas gave instructions to Molly.

“On it!” Molly didn’t dare to waste another second. She was already back here with a basin of hot water and a brand-new towel after no more than two minutes.

Thomas wetted the towel with hot water and lifted Olivia’s shirt, saying, “Bear with it for a moment.”

He then pressed the towel to Olivia’s abdomen.

“Mm…” Olivia’s face turned crimson at how boldly Thomas lifted her clothes like that. Fortunately, he only exposed a small part of her abdomen, which wasn’t a very private area of her body.

Still, this isn’t quite appropriate to do at the company, is it? If he wants to lift my clothes, he can do it at home, right?

Ahh! What the hell are you thinking, Olivia Pearson?! Thomas is just trying to put a warm towel on you to help you recover quickly. Why are there vulgar thoughts in your head?

Thomas could tell that Olivia felt much better five minutes later when he saw that her face had turned rosy again.

Snap!

Thomas lit a cigarette and asked, “What exactly happened?”

He couldn’t figure out who had been so rude and dared to come to Keyshire Property and kick Olivia!

The audacity!

Olivia looked at Thomas and recounted the incident in detail.

Upon hearing it, Thomas almost exploded with anger. His bloodshot eyes only turned even redder. “Molly, go check the surveillance footage. See if that person has left. I want you to find him!”

She only got in his way because she wasn’t paying attention. He could have gone around her, couldn’t he? Even if he was too lazy to do that, he could have asked her to step aside!

Who the hell does he think he is to kick someone as he pleases?

He likes resorting to violence, doesn’t he? Fine! He’d better pray I don’t find him, or I will beat him up so badly that even his mother won’t recognize him!

“Yes, Thomas. Wait for me here. I’ll go now.”

temper this time. Even a fool could sense it. She decided to hurry up and check the surveillance footage. For some reason, she felt a chill in the pantry. The

hand, quietly stole

along the line, she had grown accustomed to entrusting everything to this man before her. It seemed like he always took good care of her and never wanted her

and attempted to assassinate me. And today, someone kicked

Luck

He’s in the business negotiation room with Mr. Waldo Hector, the president of Glorious

nodded. “Take

“Alright!”

her

was embarrassing to admit, but she didn’t even get a glimpse of the person who kicked her. She wanted to see him, but the pain was unbearable. She could hardly speak, let

to ask him if he really needed to kick

go anywhere!” Thomas barked. Resting and staying put were paramount to Olivia’s

She understood that Thomas was doing this for

that about him. This showed how manly he

to the business negotiation room where Thomas went on

meeting room fell on Thomas. Who the hell is this? Doesn’t he know that we are in the middle of a formal negotiation? Although the meeting hadn’t officially started yet because Olivia hadn’t arrived, they found

when the people from Keyshire Property saw that the person who

employees that the current most powerful person in Keyshire Property was the one standing before them. No one understood why the president’s personal driver had suddenly become the most powerful person in the company, but none of them dared

moy I know whot brought you here?” Brodley Conon, the heod of the business deportment, opprooched Thomos ond greeted

ignored him ond

the people in the room, Molly pointed o finger ot o young

who her ottocker

Leslie, with puzzled expressions. Whot is

where he hod seen her before. Why is she pointing ot me? Is she someone

where he hod kicked someone right ofter he come out of the elevotor o while ogo, he hod long forgotten

of Thomos. Felice hod shown him Thomos’ photo

loy o finger on

Leslie, grobbed his hoir without soying o word, ond drogged him out

thot the person he is drogging olong is the young

even hesitote to step forword ond stop

wos so blinded by onger he couldn’t bother to give Woldo the time of doy. With his lifted

“Holy f*ck…”