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
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 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
On a sunny afternoon in Pennington, amidst the bustling construction site and the resounding clamor of machinery, a sudden interruption occurred.A taxi screeched to a halt, and a visibly distressed man in his late forties emerged from the vehicle. He appeared as if he were being pursued, his urgency palpable. However, his entrance into the building was halted by the Construction Manager (CM)."Apologies, sir, but you cannot enter this area without your Personal Protective Equipment (PPE)!" the CM called out."Please, I need to see Mr. Newton! It's a matter of utmost urgency, sir," the stranger pleaded, rushing his words.The CM scrutinized the stranger, assessing the situation before responding, "I will fetch him for you. Please remain here.""Mr. Newton!" the CM called out to summon his attention.At that moment, the stranger interjected with worry, "It's about your mother, Mr. Newton."Newton's unease heightened upon hearing the mention of his mother. Leaning over the railing, he in
Newton's world crumbled, and life no longer held any value for him. He abandoned the stool he had been sitting on and collapsed onto the floor, consumed by the weight of the day's tragic events. "Mom?" he called out, hoping against hope for a response.In the dimly lit room, the shoe rack in the corner resembled a human figure. Newton approached cautiously, desperately wishing it was all just a terrible dream, that his mother would appear any moment. He reached out to touch the object, only to realize it was his collection of worn-out shoes. "It's just the shoe rack," he whispered, tears welling in his eyes, though they refused to fall.With a heavy heart, he settled in the corner near the shoe rack and succumbed to sleep.************************When Newton woke up on Tuesday morning at 10:00, his body ached as he splashed water on his face and examined his swollen eyes in the mirror.*Beep Beep* His phone interrupted the stillness.Newton raised the phone to his ear and answered t
A tall man with a commanding presence, characterized by his broad shoulders and close-cropped hair, descended the stairs while holding a cane adorned with a hawk's head.Newton noticed that the cane didn't appear to assist the man's movements, but rather seemed to complement his unique style. Observing the man's descent, Newton looked up and their eyes met. The man scrutinized Newton from head to toe, as if searching for something hidden beneath his clothes."Drax, where have you been?" the imposing figure finally spoke.Drax bowed slightly and replied, "Boss, I got into some trouble with the Bean faces. Those punks mistook me for another guy in red pants. Word got around that a fellow in red pants killed Scarface's brother," Drax assessed his appearance and straightened his clothing. "But I'm back now, Boss, better than ever."Placing a hand on Newton's shoulder, Drax introduced him, "Boss, this is Newton. He's the one who saved me from certain death out there on the streets. He took
The next morning, Newton awoke with a renewed sense of energy and optimism. The previous day's practice session with Drax at the shooting range had done wonders for his well-being.He was provided with a bedroom that befitted his new status as Norton II. As he lifted the bedspread, he noticed the label "hi-fashion." Thoughts of luxury filled his mind as he admired the exquisite surroundings.His father greeted him at the stairs with a warm "Good morning, son."Struggling with the notion of having a father, Newton mustered a reply, "Good morning, Father."Mr. Norton inquired, "Are you satisfied with everything?"Radiating a warm smile, Newton responded, "Yes, I've had the most restful sleep in a long time. However, I must leave now. There are a few matters I need to attend to."Nodding in understanding, Mr. Norton said, "Alright, son. Make sure to return as soon as you're finished. Also, be cautious of the Lees, our sworn enemies who can be identified by their red attire. Additionally,
Newton opted to reside in the impoverished neighborhood due to its proximity to his school.Simultaneously, he was gradually embracing his newfound existence as a clandestine influential figure.Although he possessed wealth, he did not flaunt it.His mansion remained a well-kept secret.Despite owning a luxurious sports car, it remained unseen by others.While commanding a ring of mobsters, he maintained an understated demeanor.Although a billionaire with millions in his bank account, he conscientiously projected an air of humility.On a Monday morning at Bayfield College, Newton had just arrived at the school and was settling into his first class when he encountered a familiar face deliberately crossing his path."Watch where you're going, penniless boy!" the aggressor shouted.The individual in question was Jeremiah Lee.Jeremiah held a deep-seated hatred for Newton since their first encounter, perceiving him as excessively proud.Despite his financial struggles, Newton never allowe