I’m Someone Else

Chapter 21

The answer made Wallace freeze in disbelief. What the hell is going on today? First I got beaten up by a lowly driver, and then a filthy mechanic yells at me? What is this? Loser’s Bragging Day?

“Why are you wasting your time on these losers? Just get rid of them and go back to the gathering,” Izzy urged impatiently. They’re just no-name losers. Beat them up and get it over with. Don’t waste your time talking to them.

Outside the room, everyone else was watching the show unfurl without raising even a finger to help. After all, this had nothing to do with them. You only have yourself to blame, Thomas. You hit Wallace, and this is what you get. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Nate!” Wallace looked at Nate.

“Kill that little b*stard!” Nate swung his hand down.

But before Nate’s lackeys could do anything, Sean asked curiously, “Who the hell are you?”

“You’re asking me? What’s that got to do with you? F*ck off if you don’t wanna die!”

Nate shot Sean an icy look of scorn and disdain. Who’s this little sh*t? What kind of question is that? Don’t you see you guys are in trouble? Shut the f*ck up or I’ll kill you too!

“Someone has a short temper.” William smiled as he lit a cigar, then he turned to Thomas. “I’m not saying anything, Thomas, but why did you snap his fingers?”

“Hm?” A smile curled Thomas’ lips as well. He was not afraid in the slightest. “What should I do then?”

A hint of cruelty appeared in William’s eyes, and he looked at Nate coldly. “You should have snapped his neck and been done with it. If you did, he wouldn’t even be standing here right now.”

“You have a point.” Thomas nodded in agreement. But we’re ruled by law. Killing him is going to get me in a lot of trouble.

“He’s saved because of the laws.” Thomas took the cigar William handed to him and drew a deep hit. “Murder is going to get me in trouble. The most I can do is paralyze him and have him spend his days on a hospital bed.”

“What the hell is he talking about?”

“Does he even know what he’s saying?”

“Probably not.”

“Hey, you just told Wallace to lay low, didn’t you? But now you’re doing the same thing with these trash. That’s kind of hypocritical, don’t you think? Wallace has to lay low, but you can insult him all you want?” Aaron blurted. He despised Thomas even more now. Don’t you see these guys around you? I would grovel and beg for mercy if I were you. Don’t make it sound like you have the upper hand, because you don’t, you absolute cockwaffle of a moron.

Thomas picked up an empty bottle and hurled it at Aaron’s head right away.

I didn’t snap at you even when you were insulting me, and now you’re insulting me just to butter up Wallace? Just because he looks like he has the advantage? I didn’t do anything to you, and you’re calling my friends trash? Unforgivable.

“Dammit!” Aaron cursed. He could not believe Thomas would go so far. Blood was trickling down his head, and he held it tightly as he glared daggers at Thomas. If looks could kill, Thomas would have died.

Everyone else almost jumped in shock. There’s a bunch of people here. If you missed that throw by just a few degrees, someone else could have gotten hurt. We were lucky.

Still as impulsive as ever. You can do anything you want if you’re powerful enough, but the problem is, you’re just a measly driver. You don’t have anyone to depend on. Wallace and Nate aside, if Aaron decides to call the cops on you, it’s still gonna spell your doom.

“Attack!” Nate’s patience finally ran out. He swung his hand down and sent his thugs straight at Thomas.

Thomas picked up the chair behind him and smashed it down on the head of the first thug.

The impact shattered the chair into pieces, and the thug fell. He was covered in blood while his body spasmed uncontrollably.

The other thugs stopped cold in their tracks. That was a wooden chair, and he smashed it in one go? How much force was behind it? If we got hit by that, we’d be half-dead!

“What the f*ck are you doing? Attack!” The thugs’ hesitance infuriated Nate. I called you guys here to teach him a lesson, not to stand around like ducks!

“Move, and you will pay.”

Everyone turned around and saw a man in his thirties coming toward them. He was none other than the general manager of Haven Resort & Spa—Gerald Chudley.

Standing behind him were four dozen stern-looking security guards, and all of them were armed with a rubber baton.

The commotion in this room had alarmed the management staff, especially Gerald. When he found out someone was stirring up a storm in Sky Room, he almost fainted.

But the young master has reserved Sky Room today. Who the hell would stir up sh*t on the turf of the Peraltas? And they’re targeting Master William? What are they, stupid?

Hence, he gathered all the security guards and came to William’s rescue. Fortunately, he wasn’t too late. “Are you stirring up trouble here, Nate? Do you have any f*cking idea what you just did, you buffoon?” Gerald pointed at Nate furiously.

“F*ck you, Gerald! Are you talking to me?”

Nate was a regular here, so he knew who Gerald was, of course.

He didn’t expect Gerald to humiliate him in front of so many people though. I spend a sh*t ton of money every time I’m here, and I even got a Bronze VIP Card. There are less than fifty Bronze VIP Card holders in this whole city. AYou never talked to me like this, but now you insult me in front of my lackeys and his friends? Ooh, I’m so mad!

“You’re friends with this guy, Gerald?” William asked.