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 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
After Newton left the bus station, he slid behind the wheel of his Koenigsegg and gracefully maneuvered through the streets. The engine's powerful purr echoed through the air as he navigated the busy roads, his mind still filled with the encounter with Dr. Sergey.As he approached the Fat-n-Obis restaurant, Newton surveyed the area, ensuring no prying eyes were watching him. Satisfied that he had remained incognito, he skillfully parked his Koenigsegg at the front parking lot of the restaurant, blending in seamlessly with the other vehicles.Entering the restaurant, Newton was greeted by the comforting aroma of sizzling dishes and the gentle hum of conversation. He glanced around, searching for a vacant table. As he carried his tray of food to his seat, he noticed a commotion outside the restaurant.Curiosity piqued, Newton turned his gaze toward the gathering crowd. To his surprise, he saw a group of people surrounding his Koenigsegg, their faces lit up with excitement. Some were sna