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
Undeterred, Newton maintained his low yet commanding tone. "His father is Mr. Gelfand. I managed to attend the wedding by assuming the identity of one of their distinguished guests."The room fell into stunned silence as the men exchanged wide-eyed looks, their astonishment evident. "You infiltrated the Beanie wedding alone, Boss?" they questioned, fully aware of the peril that came with walking straight into the enemy's stronghold without backup.Newton nodded slowly. "I had Grinch by my side, posing as my bodyguard. Together, we intercepted a man named Patrick, who was meant to attend the wedding. Patrick happens to have a close relationship with Arturo and his father."The hall grew hushed as every man's attention became fixed on Newton's every word. They hung on to every detail, eager to unravel the information he had to share.Mr. Kimberly's disbelief lingered as he posed his question, "You assumed Mr. Patrick's identity and managed to infiltrate their party undetected?"Newton af
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
Newton's heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the fresh footprint imprinted on the ground near the entrance of the house. His eyes widened as he realized that Dr. Sergey couldn't have escaped too long ago. The gravity of the situation intensified, and a sense of urgency surged through his veins.Without wasting another moment, Newton swiftly pulled out his phone and dialed the number of the jewelry store in South Bayfield. As the phone rang, he anxiously tapped his foot, waiting for someone to pick up.Finally, a voice on the other end answered, "South Bayfield Jewelry Store, how may I assist you?""Please put me through to the manager," Newton requested, his voice brimming with determination.After a brief pause, the manager's voice came on the line. "This is the manager speaking. How can I help you?"Newton took a deep breath, his mind focused on one crucial question. "Was Mrs. Sergey at work today?"The manager hesitated for a moment before replying, "Mrs. Sergey has always b
The cheerful laughter of students filtering through the air and the soft, melodic chirping of birds in the nearby trees created a serene and calm atmosphere at Bayfield College.For some, these sounds were a mockery of the distinct surge of emotion they felt as they glanced over their grade sheets, which were posted on the large wall in the center of the school."Thank you so much for everything you've done for me," a voice whispered next to Newton as he traced his finger along the rows.Glancing down, he returned a warm smile to the small figure with large brown eyes who stood beside him with a cheerful demeanor.He shifted his attention to the results sheets, "How were your results?" He asked.Allison Cornor hastily reached into her purse, unable to contain the broad grin that spread across her face. "Here, take a look, Newt." She handed Newton her phone, her eyes locked with his, a broad smile on her lips.Taking the phone from Allison, Newton glanced at the screen, his smile widen
To Newton's astonishment, the men in black masks fell lifeless before him, their once threatening presence reduced to mere corpses. Only Robert, Grinch, and Mrs. Elizabeth remained, fear etched on their faces.Startled, Grinch and Robert turned to see a figure with dreadlocks approaching, guns aimed directly at them. It was Drax, the man who had caused Newton so much pain and loss."Grinch, you fool. I knew you were up to no good the moment I laid my eyes on you," Drax's gruff voice boomed through the room, his gaze fixed on the trio of traitors.Confusion filled the air as Grinch questioned Drax, "What's going on, Drax? I thought you hated Mr. Norton too."Drax let out a booming laugh, finding Grinch's statement absurd. "Hate? How could I hate my Father? That man gave me a life I never had. Even you, he provided for you, but look at what you've become. You've fallen so far."Newton's mind reeled, the revelation turning his world upside down. "You killed my father, you devil! What are
The leader of the group, a diminutive figure, stepped forward, his voice laced with authority. "Newton, raise your hands where I can see them," he commanded. It was the same individual who had fled the gunfight earlier, with the Beanies in pursuit.Surprise mingled with confusion on Newton's face as he processed the situation. "How do you know my name?" he asked, his voice tinged with astonishment.Newton's gaze darted around, taking in the sight of his men, weariness etched on their faces as they stood with their hands raised in surrender. Their eyes pleaded with him, seeking guidance and a way out of this perilous predicament.The shockwaves of betrayal reverberated through Newton's being as Grinch, his trusted security leader and friend, stepped away from his side and aligned himself with the enemy. Confusion and disbelief etched deep lines on Newton's face as he stared at Grinch, his voice trembling with a mix of surprise and hurt. "What's going on, Grinch? What do you think you'r
As they approached the remnants of the factory, a scene of desolation greeted them. The charred remains of the once-thriving establishment stood as a testament to the destructive power that had befallen it. dust wisped from the ruins, carrying memories of a fiery past.In the dimly lit expanse of the factory, Willis stood at the far end, his frantic waves beckoning Newton and the team to join him. Newton quickened his pace, followed closely by Grinch and the rest of the team. As they reached Willis, they found him standing over the remnants of a destroyed gas cylinder, the charred metal a stark reminder of the fire that had consumed the area."This looks like the cause of the fire here, boss," Willis exclaimed, his voice tinged with urgency.Newton's eyes scanned the scene, memories resurfacing of their previous visit when they had investigated the Bagwells' altercation in this very place. "Yes, Willis. We have been here before. The fire was caused by a bullet hitting a gas cylinder,
With cautious steps, Newton and his men navigated the desolate ruins of what was once a thriving warehouse. The echoes of their movements mingled with the scent of smoke and dust, creating an eerie atmosphere.The small secured office stood before them, its walls scorched and crumbling from the devastating explosion. Newton's kick sent the door crashing to the ground, his eyes darting around the charred remains of the office.Grinch chuckled softly at the sight. "There goes their precious secured door," he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction.As they entered the room, Newton's gaze shifted upward, only to find a void where the roof and air vent had once been. The blast had obliterated any trace of the trigger mechanism that would grant them access to the secret door below."How do we get down there?" Newton voiced his frustration, unsure of the next step without the means to unlock the door.One of Newton's men, his M4 rifle gripped firmly, inquired about the door's w
"Grinch, instruct the men to turn around. We're heading back home. This is not our fight," Newton firmly instructed.Grinch shifted his gaze to Newton, his expression conflicted. "I could have advised that we stay a bit longer and see who wins. Then we could annihilate the winning side since they would have been weakened."Newton shook his head, his voice resolute. "No. Instruct the men to turn around, Grinch. We're heading back!"Just as Newton spoke those words, Arturo emerged from the chaos, boldly walking toward Newton's side, showing no concern for the gunfire erupting around him from the Bagwells' side."Look at that devil!" Grinch yelled, unable to contain his anger and frustration. Before Newton could react, Grinch extended his gun from the window and fired at Arturo. The shot hit Arturo's chest, but it seemed to have little effect on him. With a wicked grin, Arturo retaliated, releasing a hail of bullets toward Newton's entourage, drawing other Beanies into the firefight.Duc
Newton lay on his bed, his eyes wide open as he stared at the exquisite chandelier that hung high in the ceiling, casting a warm glow across his room. The intricate patterns of light danced before his gaze, but his mind was preoccupied with the events that had unfolded since he became the leader of the Angels mob.Thoughts raced through Newton's mind, flashing like fragments of a vivid dream. Memories of his encounters with danger, the loss of Mr. Alfred, the battles with rival factions such as the Lees, Beanies, and Bagwells, all played out in his thoughts. Each experience had tested his mettle and forged him into a stronger and more resilient leader.As his mind meandered through the labyrinth of his memories, one question nagged at him, refusing to be silenced. "Why did Harris die? Who was responsible for his untimely demise?" Newton pondered aloud, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and frustration. The loss of his classmate still weighed heavily on his heart.A name surfac
Excitement filled the room as Newton and Grinch marveled at the key in Newton's hand. Newton swung the necklace back and forth, the key dangling from it, catching the light. Grinch couldn't contain his enthusiasm and quickly stood up from the sofa to join Newton."Guess what I've found, Grinch?" Newton asked, a wide grin spreading across his face.Grinch gasped in anticipation, his eyes widening. "Is that what I think it is?" He leaned closer to examine the key. "It's a key to the box?" he exclaimed, barely containing his excitement.Newton nodded, his smile growing even broader. "Wills never lies. He was right to trust Mr. Anon. The key was indeed with the Cornor family," he confirmed.Taking the key from Newton's hand, Grinch carefully inspected it, marveling at its intricate details. "How much did you have to pay for this piece?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.Newton maintained his warm smile, his gaze fixed on the key. "I didn't have to pay much for it. Just a small token of ap
Allison raised her gaze to meet Newton's, her expression perplexed. "Everyone knows, Newton. How did you not know? And why is it such a big deal?"Newton's attention was drawn to a tightly strung piece around Allison's neck. His curiosity piqued, his eyes widened in surprise. "May I see your necklace?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and intrigue.Allison, unsure of what to make of Newton's sudden shift in behavior, hesitated but eventually acquiesced. She carefully unclasped the necklace and placed it in Newton's hands.Newton's eyes widened in shock as he held the necklace—it was a key, the exact same type he had retrieved from the Lees. The realization sent a jolt of excitement through him, mingled with a sense of apprehension."How long have you had this?" Newton asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and urgency, as he held the key in his hand.Allison, still trying to process the unexpected turn of events, replied, "It belonged to my grandfather. It was