I’m Someone Else

“Fine!” Sean and William exchanged a resigned glance. They were well aware of Thomas’ stubbornness and knew that their efforts to convince him would all be in vain since he had already made up his mind not to dye his hair.

So, the three of them went their separate ways when they arrived at the entrance of Pinewood High School of Irieson. Sean and William headed home while Thomas drove back to Keyshire Property.

As Thomas maneuvered his car into a parking spot at the entrance. The area was teeming with activity, swarming with a substantial gathering of seventy to eighty individuals, all exuding youthful energy and a sense of untainted innocence. It was clear that they were students, who were yet to embark on their journey into the wider world.

“Where did all these students come from?” Thomas muttered to himself as he stepped out of the car.

“Thomas!” Ophelie had already spotted his vehicle and was hiding behind the Maserati. The moment Thomas stepped out of the car, she darted over and playfully tapped his shoulder, hoping to startle him.

Of course, Thomas wasn’t one to be startled by such antics from a young girl. He simply turned to face her. “Ophelie?”

“Thomas… Your hair…” Her eyes widened at the sight before her. Could it be that he intentionally dyed his hair white? He was only in his twenties, and even if he had a few strands of white hair, it couldn’t possibly be this obvious.

“Did you intentionally dye your hair white?”

Thomas nodded. “Yes.”

He saw no need to explain himself to Ophelie. Besides, there truly was no need for an explanation; he still held an unfavorable impression of Ophelie to this day for the memory of her slapping him and drenching him in red wine remained vivid in his mind.

It had to be said that Thomas truly was rather petty—a fact he acknowledged himself.

“Why are you here?”

“I missed you and my sister, so I came to see you. Why? Aren’t you happy to see me? Or perhaps you don’t want me to disturb your alone time with my sister?” Ophelie looked at Thomas mischievously.

Thomas smiled. “Let’s go inside.”

you make some space, please?

mind making

“May I pass, please!”

and refrain from forcefully muscling his way through. Instead, he took measured steps and gradually advanced toward the office

his destination, he found himself trapped,

presence proved beneficial as he cleared the way, enabling Ophelie, with her small stature, to navigate through the crowd. If she was alone, she would have had no chance of

you see there

quit crowding!

to react. They were merely a group of unruly students, and he saw no reason to stoop down to their

the hell! Can’t you understand simple

turned around, raised his hand, and forcefully shoved Thomas’ chest. How dare you squeeze me? Do

soon discovered something weird. Although he had definitely exerted

this be? I am a weightlifting specialist! Not to mention the white-haired, frail-looking person in front of me,

could make sense of the situation, a sharp cracking sound pierced the air,

The short and sturdy male student let out a scream of agony. Thomas had

more

someone like Thomas, whose temper was already rather short. Not only did you block my path to the company, but you also dared to insult me and lay hands on me when I asked you to make way. It seems

the

“This

that, he immediately disregarded the rude

student’s predicament serving as an example, Thomas’ path forward became considerably smoother. At the

dare you lay a hand

few steps, the short and sturdy man regained his composure and swung

be noted that Thomas was the King of Marksmen, a notorious figure who struck fear into the hearts of countless criminal organizations. He had defeated the top experts from the Six Greatest Families of Irieson with his unparalleled strength, all of whom were at the pinnacle of the Profound Tier One. Hence, if a mere student could successfully land a hit on him, there would be no reason for him

Smack!