Newton arrived at school on Monday morning, just in time for his class to begin. However, as he took his seat, his classmates greeted him with taunts of "Broke boy!" and mocking remarks about his absence from school. They joked about him getting caught up in the construction site and forgetting about his studies. One classmate even sarcastically asked for his autograph, commenting on his supposed popularity as the "broke" student.Amidst the laughter and jeers, Robert approached Newton, trying to shield him from the unwanted attention. He asked, "Hey Newt! Tell me about your little break from school." Newton chose not to respond and quietly returned to his seat, hoping to escape the scrutiny.During class, the instructor assigned a group project that required teams of twelve students. Newton's group was changed five times before the instructor settled on one. Some students complained about having Newton in their group, claiming he would slow them down or that he couldn't afford the
Newton and Robert arrived at the SID automobile company, only to find their friends stranded at the gate, being denied entry.Curious about the situation, Newton and Robert walked over to join them at the gate."What's the problem?" Newton inquired, seeking clarity."Why don't you go sit somewhere while Jeremiah works on it?" Tonya snapped at Newton, her words filled with hostility.Newton stared at her blankly for a few seconds, not fully comprehending the animosity directed towards him. Tonya, realizing her harsh response, felt a pang of embarrassment."Yeah, go sit somewhere, broke boy!" Jeremiah chimed in, his tone dripping with disdain.Taking a deep breath, Newton tried to diffuse the tension. "Relax, we are all here for the same reason."Newton couldn't help but wonder why Jeremiah had chosen the SID automobile company to obtain the necessary parts for their digital scale. Surely they could have found what they needed at smaller shops and at a more affordable price."Do we even
Nicolas raised his hand to ask a question."What is the lowest price of a car produced by SID Automobile?" Nicolas inquired.Engr. Theo responded, "The lowest-priced vehicle we offer is $30,000, and it happens to be a forklift. Our vehicles are designed to be affordable while maintaining the highest quality for everyday uses.""Affordable indeed," Nicolas snorted sarcastically.Engr. Theo glanced at him but chose not to provide a direct response. Instead, he spoke in general terms, emphasizing that the pricing reflects the value customers receive.Jeremiah chimed in, "I think you should raise the prices of your cars. They are too cheap!"The girls looked at him with admiration, while Allison added, "That means Newton here will be able to afford one after sixty years!"Engr. Theo looked at Allison quizzically, seeking clarification."Who is Newton?" he asked.He wanted to ensure she wasn't referring to his billionaire boss."This broke-i-o right here," Allison replied, pointing her fing
"Where will you get off?" Robert inquired as the taxi continued its journey."Before I get home," Newton responded, intentionally vague."Why? Are you not going home today?" Robert probed further, his curiosity evident."Does it matter?" Newton countered, not revealing his true intentions.Despite passing Robert's street, Robert seemed unfazed by the fact."Robert, we passed your street," Newton reminded him, hoping to redirect the cab."Oh, I know. I want to stop over there," Robert replied, gesturing vaguely to an ambiguous location."...Okay," Newton reluctantly agreed, playing along with Robert's nosiness.As minutes turned into thirty, the cab continued on its way, and Newton's suspicion grew. He had initially planned to disembark near his house and take another cab to Green Tree Hospital without Robert's knowledge. However, it appeared that Robert was determined to stick around.Both men remained silent in the cab until Newton finally broke the silence."Where exactly is the 'ove
"What kind of stupid question is that? Who are you to ask me such a question?" the receptionist furiously lashed out at Newton, incensed by his inquiry.Attempting to diffuse the situation, the nurse intervened, advising the receptionist, "Calm down, this is a hospital. You shouldn't raise your voice like that."Unrelenting in her anger, the receptionist continued berating Newton, "Who does this guy think he is? You don't employ me, okay? You have no right to talk to me like that. You can't come in without a visitor's pass. I would have felt sorry for you and let you in, but your stupid arrogance made me change my mind," she shouted at him.Newton was taken aback and rendered speechless by the receptionist's outburst. He was stunned by the intensity of her reaction."There must be different kinds of people in this world," he thought, contemplating the diverse range of personalities he encountered.Unable to find words to respond, Newton remained silent.Refusing to back down, the recep
"Boss, the Lees set fire to one of our clothing factories in Bayfield," Grinch reported to Newton.Newton inquired, "Any casualties?"Grinch responded, "None reported, sir. However, the entire factory and all the equipment inside were burned to the ground. They were looking for something, sir."Newton contemplated for a moment and then turned to Grinch, asking, "What do you suggest we do?"Grinch exclaimed, pounding his fist against his palm, "I think we should fight back, sir. Let's destroy five of Mr. Lee's restaurants around Bayfield."Curious, Newton questioned Grinch, "Are you certain it was the Lees?"Grinch replied, "Eyewitnesses claim to have seen the Lee boys attack the factory today after ransacking the place in search of an item, sir."Newton responded, "First, we need to ensure their responsibility. Starting a senseless gang war would be unwise. I intend to confront Mr. Lee, but not in this manner."Grinch asked, "What are your orders, sir?"Newton emphasized, "First, we ca
Realizing his pursuers were rapidly closing in, Newton knew he had to devise a plan. Leading them to his mansion would be too risky, yet he yearned to uncover their intentions and identities.Maintaining top speed on his motorcycle, Newton spotted a road ahead. He swiftly reduced his velocity, making a sharp left turn onto the street before accelerating again.The sound of the car pursuing him echoed in his ears, prompting him to glance back and confirm their presence. Through the rear window, he saw a masked man firing shots at him.Quickly refocusing his attention forward, Newton skillfully zig-zagged and abruptly veered right onto another street. The screeching tires behind him signaled that his pursuers were still hot on his trail.Bullets whizzed past him as he maneuvered through the streets, evading their relentless pursuit. Determined, Newton swiftly turned into yet another street to his right, closely followed by the unyielding car.Ensuring his Desert Eagle was within reach, N
As the lecture came to a close, the lecturer posed a question to the class. "Who knows why Allison is not in class today?"The room fell into a brief silence before one student spoke up. "No idea, sir," a voice replied.Another student chimed in, offering a possible explanation. "Maybe she is not feeling well."Tonya, who was known to be Allison's friend, caught the lecturer's attention. "Tonya, you are Allison's friend, why is your friend not in class?" the lecturer inquired.Tonya answered, "She says she is not feeling well, sir. She will be at school tomorrow."With that, the lecturer concluded the class, and students began to disperse. Moments later, Newton noticed a crowd of students gathered around Jeremiah Lee, their attention fixated on something playing on his tablet.Curiosity piqued, Newton was pleased to see his classmates engrossed in something other than ridiculing him. As he made his way towards the exit, he heard his name being called. "Newt!"Turning around, Newton saw
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