Grinch focused intently on the road ahead, his grip firm on the steering wheel as he navigated through the bustling city streets. The five Maserati Levantes glided into the hospital compound, their sleek design and powerful engines commanding attention. Passers-by stopped in their tracks, their curiosity piqued by the unexpected arrival of such luxurious vehicles in a medical facility. Whispers filled the air as rumors circulated among the onlookers, speculating about the identity of the person who required urgent medical attention.Newton wasted no time as he stepped out of the car, his commanding presence drawing the attention of those nearby. He swiftly moved towards the hospital entrance, three members of the Angel mob trailing closely behind himAs they entered the hospital, the scene caused a stir among the staff and patients alike. Nurses and doctors paused in their duties, their attention captured by the arrival of the high-profile convoy. It was evident that someone of sig
The morning sunlight streamed through the classroom windows, casting a soft glow on the rows of empty desks. Newton sat at his desk, lost in his own thoughts, when he noticed Allison approaching with her notebook clutched tightly against her chest. He had made a promise to help her, and despite his reservations, he intended to fulfill it.Allison stood before him, her eyes filled with determination. "Good morning, Newton. I've brought my notebook. Can you help me understand these concepts better?"Newton sighed inwardly, feeling the weight of his own obligations bearing down on him. Reluctantly, he gestured for Allison to sit in the empty chair beside his desk. "Alright, let's get started. Show me what you're working on."Allison eagerly opened her notebook, revealing pages filled with meticulous notes and neatly drawn diagrams. Newton glanced at the content, his reluctance temporarily overshadowed by a sense of responsibility. He began explaining the concepts, his voice tinged with a
"Grinch, do you recall that incident when we witnessed a chef being harassed right before our eyes? We were in our car when we observed a large man being pursued by a black van," Newton inquired, engaging in conversation with Grinch, who sat across from him at the table, casually sipping from his juice box.Grinch paused, taking a moment to reflect before responding, "I'm struggling to recollect the exact event. Why do you bring it up?"Shaking his head, Newton clarified, "Remember that occasion when we were returning from a job, and we came across a frightened man being chased by a black van? The pursuit continued until he was eventually captured and forced into the van."Grinch's recollection sparked, and he mimicked a gesture with his fingers, indicating his newfound memory. "Oh, yes! Now I remember. It was indeed the Bagwells responsible for it, given their distinct special forces uniforms."Newton's eyes lit up as the pieces fell into place. "Exactly! Remember how Sophia mentione
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
Newton stepped into the sterile hospital room, the faint hum of medical equipment filling the air. The soft glow of the overhead lights illuminated the figure lying in the bed, a silent witness to the violence that had transpired. Tubes and wires connected him to monitors, while the steady beeping of a heart monitor provided a reassuring rhythm.Newton approached the bed, his gaze fixed on the man's battered form. His face was pale, a stark contrast against the crisp white sheets that enveloped him. Bandages wrapped around his chest and limbs, evidence of the wounds he had sustained in the intense gunfight.Doctor Mitchell, with a weary expression etched on his face, glanced up from the patient's chart as Newton stepped into the room.Newton's voice resonated with a combination of concern and determination as he inquired, "How is he, Doctor?"Closing the chart, Doctor Mitchell locked eyes with Newton, his gaze mirroring a mixture of exhaustion and hope."He is still breathing, Mr. Nor
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
In the quiet classroom, Newton sat at his desk, surrounded by books and study materials. The day's class was dedicated to revision, and the atmosphere was filled with the diligent murmurs of students engrossed in their studies. Newton was deep in thought, flipping through the pages of his textbook, absorbing every piece of knowledge he could grasp.Robert sat beside him, equally immersed in his own stack of books. As they studied side by side, they occasionally exchanged whispers, clarifying concepts and sharing insights.Jeremiah Lee, who noticed the focused duo and couldn't resist the opportunity to taunt them. He approached their table and deliberately chose the seat in front of Newton, his mischievous grin barely concealed.Leaning forward, Jeremiah whispered with a hint of mockery, "I don't know how my Dad knows you, but he wants you to have this." He discreetly passed a tightly sealed envelope to Newton under the desk, ensuring no prying eyes caught sight of their exchange.Newt
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