Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 854

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?"

and we can make

Are you trying to drag me into

go back to

his involvement in the fraud case, returning home would lead to an investigation. Plus, he had vowed never to

being barred

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

"What's the

relationship with a bunch of ex-presidents from Ansela. If you want to keep breathing, steer

best to steer clear.

Jonell didn't bother answering.

now. They had only ourselves to blame for not vetting Carl properly when Jamie reached out for help. And

others,

him as Sean's people. What if these people were sent by

A burly white man

too good, and he had lost

could tell right off the bat this person was not good, so he paid

walked over to where Jonell was sitting. "You best hold

forward and slapped Anderson hard enough to make his head hang low. Jonell couldn't stand by and watch anymore. He reached under his pillow and pulled out a

were more likely to show some

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

a liking to Anderson here. How

color drained from Jonell's

throbbing, but

and muttered under his breath, "Disgusting old man fetish, and

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