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
As Newton and Sophia engrossed themselves in conversation, their words flowing effortlessly, the ambiance of the restaurant filled with laughter and the mouth-watering aroma of delicious meals. It was a moment of connection and warmth between the two.However, their conversation was interrupted by the familiar sound of Newton's ringing phone. He reached into his pocket, retrieved it, and glanced at the screen. It was Grinch calling.Newton excused himself from the table with an apologetic smile and stepped away to answer the call. "Hey, Grinch. What's up?" he greeted.Grinch's voice came through the phone, slightly muffled by the background noise. "I'm inside the restaurant," he replied. Realizing that Grinch had already arrived, Newton scanned the room to locate his friend. Spotting Grinch standing by the entrance, searching for him, Newton waved enthusiastically to catch his attention. Sophia turned her head to see what had captured Newton's focus and followed his gaze, eventually
After successfully stacking the final crates, Newton and Grinch felt an urgency to leave the warehouse without any further delay. They couldn't afford to linger, considering the fabricated urgency they had created about Grinch's mother's condition to deceive Zach.Grinch headed towards the gleaming parked Koenigsegg, but Newton quickly called him back, realizing the potential risk it posed to their cover."You shouldn't be seen near that car, Grinch," Newton whispered, his voice laced with concern. "If anyone spots us together, it could raise suspicions. We need to maintain the illusion that we're just regular workers."Grinch, after a moment of contemplation, nodded in agreement. "You're right, boss," he acknowledged. "I'll take a taxi home instead. It's better to be cautious."Newton nodded approvingly, appreciating Grinch's understanding. Grinch then voiced another question, expressing his concern about leaving the car behind."Do you plan to leave the car parked here?" Grinch inqui
Newton's car screeched to a halt on the desolate Armory Street, its tires leaving skid marks on the worn asphalt. The air was heavy with tension as Newton stepped out of the vehicle, his eyes scanning the surroundings. A crowd had gathered, their murmurs of concern punctuating the silence of the street.With a determined stride, Newton made his way toward the gathering, his presence commanding attention. The man who had caught his eye, a weathered figure in his sixties, turned to face him, his worried expression reflecting the troubled times they lived in."What happened here?" Newton's voice cut through the hushed conversations, drawing the man's attention.The man shifted slightly, his gaze meeting Newton's with a mixture of weariness and distress. He cleared his throat, a pause of contemplation hanging in the air. "Some bandits," he finally began, "blocked a large bus on this road and abducted the people inside. Evil times we live in."A shiver ran down Newton's spine, his worst fea