I’m Someone Else

Chapter 111

An hour later, Thomas was done brewing the medicine. He filled the thermos up with it and said he was going out.

Chloe asked, “Where are you going, Thomas?”

“I’m seeing a friend. She’s sick, so I made some meds for her.”

“I see.” Chloe nodded.

Thomas made his way to Northpine Villa. Leaving Olivia alone at that villa was really worrying, especially since she had just healed. He was wondering when he should let her take over things at Keyshire Property. Now that he had crippled the young master of the Pearson Family, they would certainly come after him. Besides, there were a lot of people who wanted to hurt Olivia—the Hinds and the Xalmars, for example. Looks like I’ll have to be with her 24/7 for a while. I can’t let anyone hurt her.

A few men were having lunch in a five-star hotel in the center of the city, and it was a luxurious lunch.

A man with an ugly scar on his face hissed, “How can this happen, boss? It’s been days, but we still have no idea who the killer is.”

“Maybe the bounty isn’t alluring enough? But there’s no way. We promised seventy-five million.”

A pudgy man took a swig of his wine and suggested, “I think we should up the ante.”

Three of their friends were dead, and all had their heads cut off. The killer was obviously the same person. If they failed to find out who killed their friends, there was no way they could face them in the other world, but more importantly, the killer might come after them as well. If they couldn’t find out who did this, then they would have to live their lives worrying if they would be killed.

The main seat at the table was taken up by a man in a tank top, and he had a tattoo of a tiger on his body. This man was the leader of Minacia Oito—Tigre. He was the one who set up the bounty for the killer, and he narrowed his eyes. “Do you guys have any suspects?”

“Um…”

“Uh…”

Everyone frowned and tried their best to come up with a list.

“You, what do you think?”

The man with a scar on his face chuckled. “I have no idea. We have a ton of enemies running around in this city.”

“Only the most powerful families are capable of killing them. Maybe they worked together? But the problem is, we also crossed a ton of powerful people and families.”

“Yeah. We can’t actually kill those people just to avenge the dead. We’re not that powerful, and even if we are, murder on that scale is kind of…”

“What about you, then? What do you say?”

This time, a gentleman was summoned. He was in an Armani suit, and those who didn’t know better would think this man came from a rich family. This man was unlike most of the Minacia Oito. He was their tactician, so to speak, and he smiled. “Did you guys cross anyone lately?”

Everyone shook their heads.

“Not me.”

“Me neither.”

“What about you, boss?”

Tigre shook his head in confusion.

The tactician sighed. “Remember Twilight Bar?”

Tigre’s eyes went wide, and realization struck him. “So, this is about that?” All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

The tactician whipped out a stack of photos and tossed them to Tigre. The photos showed Johnson and his men standing in front of Twilight Bar. Johnson was the seventh member of the group, and he was the one to die at Thomas’ hands.

“This was the last time Johnson appeared in the public eye, and that bar was where he went. He died almost at the same time as Bernard and James.” Tristan started smoking. “I asked my men to seek out Zoe. She said Johnson did go there, but she had no idea what happened after that. Problem is, Johnson was a pervert. The reason he went to the bar was to get his hands on Zoe. However, she managed to escape him. By all accounts, she shouldn’t have. Johnson would do anything to bed her, and yet Zoe said she had no idea what happened to him. Something’s wrong.”

Everyone nodded and waited for Tristan to continue. He took a deep breath and said, “So I’m sure Johnson died in Twilight Bar.” That was why he was the tactician. Just a few days and he already had a good deduction formed.

“What? Impossible. We know that place, and there’s no one there who can kill Johnson. It’s just a regular bar.”

Tristan looked at Pontius and smirked. “There was only one person against Johnson and his team, and he took out all of them.”

“What?”

“Impossible!”

“Johnson had a ton of bodyguards, and Westsea Manor is heavily guarded! No one should’ve been able to penetrate it!”

Everyone saw what happened at the manor. It was a living hell, and now Tristan said that was done by a single person. If that was true, then the enemy they were facing was more powerful than they could imagine.

Tristan looked solemn. “I had no idea how that happened either, but I have another important clue. Guess who went into the bar after Johnson did?”

“Who?”

Tristan whipped out another stack of photos and handed them to everyone.

“Sean Morton?”

“William Peralta?”

“Are they involved in this?”

Tristan said, “Even if they aren’t directly involved, they must still be related to the case. After Johnson went into the bar, he chased everyone out, but then these two went inside right after that. And now they’ve purchased the bar. This is no coincidence.”

Pontius said, “Then let’s ask them if they know anything about this case.”

“No. The Mortons and the Peralta Family are powerful. We cannot risk this. If we cross them, we’re done for,” Fordan argued.

“So, we’re just going to let this slide?”

While everyone was arguing, Tigre stood up. “If we can’t touch the Morton and Peralta brat, we’ll start from that b*tch, Zoe. And double the bounty. Hundred and fifty million.”