Zach released a weary sigh. "Very well, let me take a look," he responded, reaching out to accept the phone from Newton. With his fingers scrolling across the screen, he expressed his frustration. "I can't see a thing, Mr. Newton. Would you mind increasing the brightness?"Newton retrieved the phone, assuring himself that Zach's fingerprint had been successfully registered. Once he confirmed the print, he proceeded to type "Zack" into the phone. Finally, he handed it back to Zach with a gentle nod. "Here you go, Mr. Zach. It's fixed now."Zach accepted the phone, his gaze focused on the screen. "It's spelled Z-A-C-H," he clarified, tapping the keys with precision to input his name correctly. Once finished, he handed the phone back to Newton, a sense of satisfaction evident on his face."Alright, boys, back to work," Zach announced, his tone carrying a mix of authority and relief. "I believe I have addressed all your concerns."Newton and Grinch exchanged grateful glances, their smiles

As the Doctor continued attending to Kriss, Newton and Grinch decided it was time to make their exit from the hospital. They walked through the bustling reception area, where patients, visitors, and staff hurried by. Amidst the commotion, Newton's eyes unexpectedly met Emily, his coursemate.Emily's expression turned sour, her lips curling into a sneer. She wasted no time in making her disdain known. "What are you doing in a place like Green Tree Hospital?" she scoffed, her voice dripping with condescension. "It's far too expensive for someone like you, who only works at construction sites."Newton felt a pang of hurt at her words, his brow furrowing. He expected nothing less from Emily, but she somehow always managed to make his low expectations for her, seem too great each time. However, he composed himself and replied calmly, determined not to let her negativity affect him."Emily, I have my reasons for being here," Newton responded, his tone measured. "It's not about money or sta

Newton entered the grand conference hall on the fourth floor of his opulent mansion, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation. Grinch, his loyal right-hand man, stood by the entrance door, his sharp gaze scanning the room to ensure everything was in order. With a nod from Grinch, Newton proceeded further into the hall.The mob leaders, seated around a long, mahogany table, rose to their feet as Newton entered, their faces filled with respect and admiration. In unison, they chanted, "Boss," their voices echoing through the room, a testament to their unwavering loyalty.Newton acknowledged their greeting with a nod and a slight smile, appreciating the show of respect. Taking his place at the head of the table, he gestured for the others to sit, and they did so promptly, their attention fixed on their young but formidable leader.The conference room exuded an aura of power and authority, its walls adorned with intricate paintings and shelves filled with leather-bound books, a reflection of

In the bustling classroom, Newton sat at his desk, engrossed in his studies. Robert, his loyal friend, was seated beside him, equally focused on their shared goal of acing the upcoming examination. The air was filled with a mix of concentration and nervous anticipation.Just as Newton was delving into a complex mathematical problem, Robert glanced up from his textbook and turned to Newton with a curious expression. "Hey, Newton, I've been wondering. What did that letter from Mr. Lee say? Was Jeremiah right about his Father wanting a house help?"Newton hesitated for a moment, contemplating how much he should reveal to Robert. Aware of the potential risks and the need to protect his friend, he decided to withhold the truth. "Oh, it was just some personal matter, nothing related to our studies or anything that concerns working for him. You know how the Lees are"Robert's brow furrowed slightly, sensing that Newton was holding something back. However, he respected his friend's privacy a

The paper revealed itself to be a receipt of payment bearing the name "Havanger Logistics." Newton's mind raced, trying to recall any information about the company or its significance. He wracked his brain, searching for any connection he could make, but the name remained elusive, shrouded in mystery.Driven by curiosity and the need for answers, Newton swiftly retrieved his phone and embarked on a search. Typing in the words "Havanger Logistics," he delved into the realm of search results, hoping to unearth some clues that could shed light on the enigmatic company.As the search results populated his screen, Newton's eyes widened with realization. Havanger Logistics was the parent company of two well-known entities: "Safe Travel" and "Mesanjar" courier services. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. It became clear to Newton that Dr. Sergey had likely utilized the Safe Travel services in his bid to escape, seeking a way out of Bayfield with his family.Newton's fingers