I’m Someone Else

Quincy might have been living a quiet life for years and seldom made any appearance, but he was still highly regarded in the circle. People with wealth and power treasured their lives and health a lot more than anyone else. Being one of the most revered members of this country’s medical society, Quincy had immense power and network.

Gunnar knew that, of course. He might have taken an arrogant stance against Leah, but he knew very well there were some people he must bow down to.

The middle-aged man nodded. Gunnar might be an important person, but so was Quincy. He had heard of Quincy’s stories, and it was a given that Gunnar must greet him after he came to this city.

They arrived at Prescott Hospital a while later. Gunnar went to the director’s office right away. He knocked on the door and waited for a moment.

“Come in,” Quincy said.

Gunnar went inside and bowed. “It has been a while since we met, Mr. Hofstead.”

Quincy gave him a cursory glance, the look on his face deadpan. He knew Gunnar would come. The moment Gunnar boarded the plane, his contact in Capitalis told him about it. Given Gunnar’s way of doing things, it would be odd for him not to come over.

Quincy wasn’t about to show him any courtesy, and he didn’t even invite him to take a seat. “Why are you here?”

annoyed Gunnar a little. What did you say? I came all the way here just to see you, and you’re not even

he couldn’t say it out loud. Screaming in his head was the best he could do. Even back in Capitalis, everyone would love to inveigle themselves with Quincy. Even his father would stay docile and polite around Quincy,

These are ancient books. They talk about acupuncture and formulas for meds. I think

and they brought out a wooden box, placed

would probably be ecstatic to see them before he met Thomas, but now? Now, he wouldn’t even give them a moment

came to Irieson. He was here for Olivia, the very woman Thomas risked his life to protect. If he showed this brat even a little courtesy, he would be turning his back on

believe what he was hearing. He’s not even giving us any courtesy. He had never met anyone who would refuse their family’s gifts until Quincy came along. The fury in his heart was burning bright. I’ve told him it’s a gift from Dad, and he still won’t

and now he was in her position,

Gunnar and chased him away. “I have work to do. If you have nothing else to say, leave. I don’t

but he held back his

these

be leaving, but they weren’t planning on taking away the medical books. Quincy wasn’t stupid. If he were to take these gifts, it would be akin to accepting their gesture of friendship. Should the moment come when they had a falling out, he would have to hold back, and that was