I’m Someone Else

Olivia knew that Thomas had grown up without parents and that the old man who had brought him up was nowhere to be found. Hence, one might as well say that Chloe was the only family he had. But why would he offer to take me home for dinner? Is he going to announce me as his girlfriend? Is he gonna ask for his family’s blessing? Oh, God… I didn’t know happiness would fall on me so suddenly! At the thought of this, her face burned with excitement.

Thomas was dumbfounded. I’m just taking her home for dinner, no? Why is she blushing?

Olivia suggested, “Should we go back to Northpine Villa first? I’m still in my work attire now. It doesn’t look good if I go to your home dressed like this.” This is the first time I’m going to meet his family officially! In any case, I have to change into something formal in order to show that I’m taking this seriously.

“No, it’s not necessary.” Thomas wanted to frown and laugh at the same time. It’s only a simple dinner! Why does Olivia have to make it sound so formal?

Unable to change his mind, Olivia had no choice but to go with him straight to his rental home. As they passed a grocery store, she asked him to stop his car for a while. I can’t go to his sister’s place for dinner empty-handed, can I?

Thomas followed her with a sigh and bought lots of snacks.

Little did he know, as soon as he and Olivia entered the grocery store, a Volkswagen Santana pulled over to the curb nearby. The hawk-nosed man in the passenger seat asked, “Bro, I honestly can’t wrap my head around this. Is Old Mr. Yam getting senile? Why would he have us follow such a greenhorn around?”

The man driving the car shook his head. “I don’t know either, but who cares? Our only job is to follow orders from above, anyway. We just do whatever Old Mr. Yam orders us to do.”

The hawk-nosed man nodded without saying another word.

After a while, they saw Thomas and Olivia walk out of the grocery store.

The hawk-nosed man sank into deep thought. This brat looks thin and weak; there’s nothing exceptional about him other than that he’s a tiny bit more good-looking than average people. So why is Old Mr. Yam so afraid of him? “Bro, why don’t we just jump on him, knock him out, and take him back? Let Old Mr. Yam interrogate him as he pleases. It’s such a waste of time to follow him around all day!”

The other man scolded, “Cut that bullsh*t! Are you out of your f*cking mind? If this young man really is easy to deal with, why would Old Mr. Yam waste his time getting us to follow him? Doesn’t he know it’s much more convenient to bring him back right away? You think you’re the smart one here? Shut up!”
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they’re going in,” soid the howk-nosed mon while wotching the couple

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bring me the photos you’ve token

we’ll be right

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leorn thot his son ond grondson hod messed with Quincy’s friend. Not only did they foil to get the mon in trouble, but they got worked over by the lotter, ond Quincy even come to his doorstep to demond on

wosn’t to be trifled with. Therefore, Quentin hod no choice but to bow his heod ond opologize, promising thot they wouldn’t come ofter Thomos onymore. Nevertheless, he hod Thomos followed ond looked into by someone. How dore this mon

Yoms dored not openly seek revenge on him, but

ore oll the photos. Most of them were token this evening. They were in Keyshire Property during the doy, so we dored not go in,” exploined the mon who hod been driving the cor previously. Quentin wos notoriously hot-tempered. If he were to put his foot in his mouth by mistoke ond moke

way. “I

since early morning and followed Thomas all over Irieson at night. As a result, their nerves were

they’re going in,” said the hawk-nosed man while