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?"

can make it

family? 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

being barred from all countries

wasn't suitable for a life on the run, for her

smirked. "What's

cold glare. "Carl's father has a very close relationship with a bunch of ex-presidents from Ansela. If you want to keep

steer clear. Did we

Jonell didn't bother answering.

not vetting Carl properly when Jamie reached out for help. And Carl's fleeting appearance didn't give them enough time to dig... With that thought, Jonell's

the others, and suspicion crept into his

people. What if these

you old man?" A burly white man named Keith Langdon

complexion wasn't too good, and he had

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

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

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 handgun, aiming

times like these, people were more likely to show some compassion,

Jonell couldn't

"The old man has taken a liking to Anderson here. How about you

color drained from Jonell's face at Mike's

temple started throbbing, but he didn't say a

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