I’m Someone Else
Chapter 19

Chapter 19

One was the general manager of a five-star hotel, while the other was just a driver. The former washumiliating the latter, and nobody would help the weaker side unless they were stupid.

“It must be hard in the military. I heard you found a job? You’re a driver now? And here I thought I wasgoing to hire you if you were unemployed. We used to be classmates, after all. I know you never gotinto college, but I still think I should help you.”

Wallace was looking so genuine, and it would have been believable if not for his earlier act. Pity Feliceisn’t here, or I’ll show off everything I have and make her realize she made the wrong decision to datethis loser but not me.

“Lay low, Wallace, or you might replace yourself in a big pickle if you show off too much.” Thomas stared atWallace in disgust. He knew they were romantic rivals back at school, but he never thought badly ofWallace. Now he could see that Wallace was nothing but a petty maggot.

“You think I’d be in a pickle just because I’m telling the truth?” Wallace paused for a moment, and thenhe stepped forward and pointed at his own face. He mocked, “Well, why don’t you hit me and see howmuch of a pickle I’ll be in? You can’t even keep your girlfriend, so don’t even try to threaten me,dumb*ss!”

Wallace kept insulting Thomas. Every single cell on his body moaned in delight. That’ll teach you not totake my woman away. I’ll humiliate you today if it’s the last thing I do!

“Enough. Time for dinner. You think a loser cuck like him can do anything to you? You give him toomuch credit,” Izzy said.

Wallace nodded. “Go in, Thomas. Make sure you savor every bite of the food here, or you might neverhave the chance again.”

And then Wallace was given a tight slap. I’ve warned you. I told you to lay low, but you just keptyammering on and on. This is what you get, so don’t complain.

The slap caught everyone by surprise. What is he, mad? Did he just slap Wallace? You’re just a regulardriver. The guy’s the GM of a five-star hotel. He’ll kill you!

Howard, however, was excited. That’s right. Show that arse what he deserves! So what if he has abetter job? Doesn’t mean he can insult us.

“How dare you do that? I’ll kill you!” Wallace roared while clutching his cheek. An ex-military loser likehim, slapping me? I’ll destroy him!

“You think you can kill me?” Thomas sneered and slammed his feet into Wallace’s abdomen.

The kick was stronger than Wallace could take, and he flew backward a few yards like a big, fat ball. “Itold you to lay low, Wallace. You’re just a hotel manager, not the king of the world, so shut up.”

Before he could launch another attack, Sean and William made their appearance. Sean was stillholding his car keys. “What happened, Thomas?”

Thomas waved his hand. “Nothing. Just beating up a showoff.”

“A showoff?” The gentlemen looked at Wallace, who was lying on the ground like a dying walrus.

“You mean him?”

“Yep.”

“You dumb*ss!” The grumpy William approached Wallace and landed another kick.

“Show off again and I’ll skin you alive!” Nobody insults Thomas!

Alright, he’s done. Sean wrapped his arm around Thomas’ shoulder. “Let’s get dinner, Thomas.”

“Sure.” A moment later, Thomas remembered something, and he turned to his best friend. “Come withus, Howard. It’s been years since we met, and we’re drinking till we drop.”

“Sure.” Howard was more than happy to hang out with Thomas. It was better than facing these money-grubbing *ssholes.

They went into the most luxurious room of the hotel. Thomas was holding a bottle of special red wine,sharing it with his friends as they had their chat. Howard couldn’t join in the conversation no matter howhe tried, so he kept drinking quietly.

He had a lot of questions. Who are these people? He never had the chance to frequent a place likethis, but he knew rich people when he saw one. Just the red wine alone cost at least eleven thousanddollars per bottle, or at least that was the case in this hotel. But these guys down it like it’s nothing.

It hadn’t been minutes since they entered this room, but they had already finished two bottles of redwine. That’s twenty-two thousand dollars. It’d take me six years just to make that much money, and Iwould have to save everything I make. Gosh, they’re really rich.

“You’re Thomas’ friend, aren’t you? Here, a toast!” William and Sean raised a toast to Howard just tobreak the ice.

Surprised, Howard stood up and downed the wine.

William and Sean started chatting with Howard.

Howard gave Thomas a knowing look. He knew these men only talked to him because Thomas wasaround. There was no reason for them to talk to him otherwise, as they were on two different ranks ofsocial hierarchies.

That was a slight misunderstanding on Howard’s part. William and Sean might be rich and powerful,but they didn’t come with the arrogance that was usual with this type of people. That was why theybecame friends with Thomas.

“So, what are you doing now?” Thomas asked.

Thomas and Howard were the best of friends in high school, and he was the only one who stood up forhim back at the entrance. He heard what Izzy said to Howard, and it was obvious his friend wasn’tdoing well either.

“I’m a mechanic. Working at a car repair factory.” Embarrassment crept up in Howard. He was doing abit badly in life. There were no jobs for him after graduation, so he went into car repairs and startedfrom the bottom of the ladder. I’m almost thirty years old, and I only make five hundred dollars permonth. This is mortifying.

“You’re a mechanic?” William was surprised to hear that.

“Yes.” Howard nodded.