Abigail’s Second Life

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?"

pay, and we can make it happen,"

family? Are you trying to

definitely couldn't go back to

home would lead to an investigation.

mean being barred from all countries

he could continue evading them, but the situation with Luna wasn't suitable for a life on the run, for her illness

"What's the

close relationship with a

steer clear.

Jonell didn't bother answering.

was no point in talking now. They had only ourselves to blame for not vetting Carl properly when Jamie reached out for help. And Carl's

Mike and the others,

them struck him as Sean's people. What if these people were

man?" A burly white

too good, and he had lost quite a few

off the bat this person was not good, so he paid him no

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

days, and now you're sticking up for him?" Keith stepped forward and slapped Anderson hard enough to make his head hang low. Jonell couldn't stand by and watch

people were more likely to show some compassion, especially when things

helped him out plenty, and Jonell couldn't just stand by and let him get

shoulder. "The old man has taken a liking to Anderson

color drained from Jonell's

throbbing, but he

the ground and muttered under his breath, "Disgusting old man fetish, and he thinks he's worthy of an