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?”

did you say? I came all the way here just to see you, and you’re not even offering me a seat? And

back in Capitalis, everyone would love to inveigle themselves with Quincy. Even his father would stay docile and polite around

you to have a few books. You’re looking into alternative medicine lately, aren’t you? These are ancient books. They talk about acupuncture and formulas for meds. I think you’re the only

a look, and they brought out a wooden

before he met Thomas, but now? Now, he wouldn’t even give them a moment of his time. You call these ancient? They’re not even a century

he showed this brat even a little courtesy, he would be turning his

couldn’t 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

an hour ago, Gunnar humiliated Leah, leaving her awkward, and now he was in her position, humiliated by Quincy. Karma came back to bite him in the butt

chased him away. “I have work to do. If you have nothing else to say, leave. I don’t like anyone disturbing me

face twitched, but he held back

these away

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