Newton took out Willis's phone to check it again. After turning it on, he discovered that it wasn't locked. Newton stared at the vivid "HELP" message on the screen until another message suddenly appeared.It was a map, with a red dot around the north side of Bayfield. Immediately, Newton got up to look for Grinch. He looked around the hall, but couldn't find him.After searching for a while, Newton decided it was time to go home.He walked out of the building with a slumped shoulder, Willis's phone in his hand.He was outside when he saw several women taking turns standing next to his car, taking pictures.Newton unlocked his car with his remote."He's so handsome!" exclaimed one woman. "Are you single? I'm ready to mingle," said another."Please take my number.""How long did it take you to get so filthy rich?" A young man asked.Newton said nothing to them and sulkily opened the front door and sat inside.A lady tapped excitedly on the right windshield, and Newton rolled down the
Grinch could see the uncanny resemblance between Newton and his father, Mr. Norton. Whatever Mr. Norton said he would do, he did. He never changed his mind, no matter how much he was persuaded.Newton said goodbye and went to the top floor to see Kira.He opened the door and found no one inside. He went to the far corner where the crossed swords lay on the wall.Newton took one of the crossed swords and practiced the stance Kira had taught him. He moved his feet accordingly and swung the sword in the air.He practiced changing from defensive maneuvers to attacking stances.Newton stretched his legs back and held the sword in front of his face with both hands when he felt a slight kick to his back leg.The kick came again and stopped when his back leg was properly positioned. An arm from behind him pushed his sword further away from his face. He could smell the exquisite scent of his stalker.He knew that it was Kira standing behind him. He decided to catch her with a surprise attack
It was 6 p.m. when Newton's phone rang..."Boss, I'm ready," Grinch's voice echoed from the other end of the line. "Meet me at the garage," Newton instructed.Newton walked around the luxury cars parked in the garage. "Which one did you choose?" Grinch called out.Newton turned to face Grinch. He had a black cap on his head and was wearing plain black jeans and a black short-sleeved top. Newton could see two guns tucked under his belt, covered by his black leather jacket."I haven't decided yet," Newton called out."We need something quick that will help us get away in a hurry," Grinch advised.Newton looked around at the luxury vehicles parked in the garage, but still couldn't decide."...Pick a vehicle, Grinch." Grinch tossed Newton's motorcycle keys without a second thought."We'll take the motorcycle," Grinch announced.Newton could not object to the suggestion. He grabbed the keys to his Kawasaki Ninja and pulled on his gear.He tucked his gold pistols under his belt and wore a
Newton glanced at the lone man sitting at the table. He exchanged some of his cards for other favorable cards in the deck. Newton slowly moved out from behind the pillar. He focused on his target. The man seemed to care only about replacing his worst cards with better ones. Grinch watched as Newton stealthily approached the target. Newton stood behind the man and gave Grinch a thumbs up. Grinch smiled at the carelessness of his target. Newton was right behind him, but he wasn't aware of the danger he was in.He was about to exchange more cards when Newton put his big hand over his mouth to stifle any sound he made. Newton picked him up and the Grinch came around with duct tape and a handcuff in his hand.His mouth was taped shut and his hands were cuffed behind his back.Newton and Grinch hid him behind a pillar.Newton spun the tactical knives in his hand as he stealthily moved up the stairs, with Grinch following behind.Newton paused at the top of the stairs.He saw Willis tied
"Who's not in class?" The teacher asked."Harris," they chorused after looking around."What's wrong with Harris?""Next week we're going on a field trip to see how cloth is made," the teacher announced."Where do you have in mind?" He asked his students."...Helsinki!"..."...Big Rolla!"..."Easy fit!" They suggested."Easy fit?" The teacher was surprised."I say we go with Big Rolla. The fees would be less," the teacher suggested."We want to see Easy Fit! I'll pay any amount to see how their luxury fabrics are made," Tonya exclaimed excitedly."Yes. We want to see Easy Fit!" The students chorused.The teacher had no choice but to agree. "Easy Fit it is.""...Someone should give the information to Harris. It's part of your CA," the teacher announced."What about my group project?" asked Jeremiah rudely. "What about it?" The teacher asked."You still haven't returned my full score," Jeremiah protested.The teacher, knowing who Jeremiah Lee was and who his father was, thought it wise
"Uh... Jeremiah, Piers, and Kirk. You three are coming," Nicolas explained.He was enjoying the spotlight his boat ride was putting him in."I only need five more people," Nicolas explained.Immediately, all the students rushed to Nicolas. He smugly picked out five of his favorites."Brokeboy and Robert, you're coming, but only to see it," Nicolas announced to Newton and his friend."Why can't I go on the yacht?" Robert asked."The fact that you are with a peasant like Newton makes you a peasant. It's more than you deserve anyway because you two made us fail the project," Nicolas said."Why don't you bring your limo around so we can all go at the same time," Nicolas suggested to Jeremiah. Jeremiah made a phone call and asked for his limo to be brought to him. "Why does the broke kid want to see a yacht?" Tonya started. Newton looked at Tonya from top to bottom. She looked thin and had no curves. Her eyes and lips were huge. Newton understood why she talked so much.He turned his eye
Newton stood on the dock watching Mr. Brady and his classmates having a good time on his yacht. Robert felt sick to his stomach as he watched Emily and the other girls giggling inaudibly on the yacht."Let's go, Newt," Robert said to Newton.Newton stared down at his friend..."Wait a little longer, Robert. "Wait and watch these guys have the time of their lives while we stand here in the sun?" Robert asked. "Looks like fun to me," Newton replied..."Excuse me, Robert," Newton said as he walked away.Newton called Mr. Boris, his manager who was in charge of all his companies."I want a new helmsman for my yacht!" Newton instructed."Which yacht?" Mr. Boris asked."The one at the Bayfield dock," Newton replied."Okay, I will get back to you shortly," Mr. Boris said. Newton ended the call and returned to Robert.Both men stood side by side watching Nicolas chase Emily around the boat, looking happy and excited.Jeremiah held a glass of champagne to his mouth. Tonya and Allison stood
Nicolas was embarrassed. A while ago, they were having the time of their lives, he was king and his father was adored by his classmates. Now his father was humiliated and treated like dirt in front of his classmates."Please, what did he do wrong?" Nicolas asked, tears in his eyes after seeing the way his father was treated.*wham* One of the men in black slapped his face."All of you, out!" The manager shouted authoritatively."You can't throw me out, I'm Mr. Lee's son. I'm a Lee," Jeremiah shouted as the burly man led them out of the yacht.*wham* Jeremiah was kicked in the butt. "Who is your father? Get your ass out of here you spoiled piece of shit," the big man yelled as he kicked Jeremiah a second time on his butt.The students rushed out after Nicolas and his father.Robert was about to follow the last man in black who was chasing his classmates out when his hand was pulled back by Newton."You don't have to leave the boat unless they ask you to," Newton instructed.Robert was
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