Abigail’s Second Life

In Brayra...

Jonell exited the Hammerreach International Airport with a huge grin on his face.

Meanwhile, Anderson was escorted by a team of bodyguards, who followed him behind.

"Well, should we go our separate ways now that your bodyguard work is completed?" Jonell asked Anderson with a smile.

"Naturally. But I need some sort of confirmation that I've received your payment," Anderson answered respectfully.

Jonell replied gratefully after recognizing Anderson had indeed saved his life, "Rest assured that the payment will be made. I can also transfer it to your personal account if you provide the details to me as a token of my gratitude for not abandoning me in a time of need."

"No need," Anderson replied.

Jonell didn't press him any further. He had his assistant transfer the money before bidding Anderson goodbye. "Farewell."

Anderson disappeared into the crowd shortly after that.

Jonell sighed as he got into the car. "Monfort seems like a good choice now that I can't return to New Yoke. Besides, I still have my business here."

Then, he took out a cigar from a luggage compartment nearby, lit it, and took a puff.

His assistant, Jamie Campbell, hesitated slightly before asking, "Shall we head to Miss Smith's place or a hotel?"

Jonell narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and he asked, "How is she?"

"Not good. She needs to have medications constantly. That's why she is always drowsy. She is rarely in a clear state of mind during the day," Jamie answered.

Jonell was in this predicament because of her.

She subjected herself to suffering instead of doing

planned to use Martin Colleen's medication to manipulate Luna

that she would

a sense of irritation as they passed by the Soliana-styled buildings for some reason. "Any news regarding Sean?" Jonell had suspicions of Mike and his group of men previously. Thankfully, Anderson saved

so far. But Abigail and Xavien have indeed returned from New Yoke

left some people in New Yoke to act

truly bitten the dust this time?" Jonell muttered to himself,

room he had booked when they reached Grandly

measures. No one is allowed to enter my room except

then, Jonell yelled in pain before Jamie could even respond. "Hostile! Shut

immediately came and

on him to see if he was

him

somewhat traumatized by Anderson, and he had been avoiding close contact with men lately. "Let's head to another hotel." Jamie reached out his hands to Jonell as he was worried that he might collapse. Jonell was shot in the shoulder, but he did a better job at enduring the pain after his broken hand experience. A group of men escorted him

the assassin did not pursue

leaned against the elevator as blood trickled down his

"Bring me Anderson!"

Anderson was dependable.

hope left if he could bring along

promptly dialed

tried to suppress his trembling voice as he said, "Anderson... Where are you now? Are your associates

were

capable as the

if he found

the ones who did the