In the darkness, Jonell felt a strange sensation creeping over him.

He glanced over at Anderson, who, in the dim light, remained hunched over as usual, though his eyes constantly darted toward him. Feeling repulsed by his gaze, he gradually eased his nerves.

The strange feeling was the look in Anderson's eyes.

Before long, Jonell's men arrived and they joined him and Anderson in the makeshift operating room made of shipping containers.

Throughout the procedure, Anderson sat on the side, watching the doctors come and go. His restless gaze made the male doctors quite uncomfortable.

However, Jonell seemed unusually tolerant of him, so they put up with Anderson.

Once the bullets were removed from Jonell's body, Mike and the others returned.

"So, the villa's off-limits now?" Mike's voice carried a hint of irritation as he entered the operating room.

Jonell ignored him.

"Listen, Mr. Davison, this ain't working out. How many homes of yours can they blow up like this? That mansion in New Yoke was a real gem of a place. Giving it up like this is such a shame," Mike rambled on. Jonell's expression soured.

Truth be told, he did incur significant losses because of this incident.

Most importantly, the 300 billion all fell into the hands of Sean, so even if he tried to secretly attack, it would be futile.

All eyes turned to him.

Jonell glanced at Mike with a stern face. "Do you want me to hire someone to kill those above Carl?"

can

anything about Carl's family? Are you trying to

couldn't go

case, returning home would lead to

further would mean being barred from all countries with ties

them, but the situation with Luna wasn't suitable for a life on the run,

smirked. "What's the

relationship with a bunch

to steer clear. Did we just get you into

Jonell didn't bother answering.

properly when Jamie reached out for help. And Carl's fleeting appearance didn't give them enough time to dig...

the others, and suspicion crept

Sean's people. What if these

man?" A burly white man named Keith Langdon besides Mike, spat out

wasn't too good, and he

the bat this person was not good, so he paid

stood up at that moment and walked over to where Jonell was sitting. "You best hold your

Anderson hard enough to make his head hang low. Jonell

to show some compassion, especially

and Jonell couldn't just stand by

taken a liking to Anderson here.

color drained from Jonell's face

started throbbing, but he didn't say a

"Disgusting old man fetish,

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