Abigail's Second Life novel 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?"

"You pay, and we can make it happen," Mike smirked.

"Do you know anything about Carl's family? Are you trying to drag me into a mess?" Jonell narrowed his eyes.

He definitely couldn't go back to Eswadia.

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

Offending Carl's family further would mean being barred from all countries with ties to Ansela.

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

Mike smirked. "What's the scoop?"

Jonell shot him a cold glare. "Carl's father has a very close relationship with a bunch of ex-presidents from Ansela. If you want to keep breathing, steer clear of him."

Mike nodded. "Yeah, definitely best to steer clear. Did we just get you into trouble?"

Jonell didn't bother answering.

There 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 fleeting appearance didn't give them enough time to dig...

With that thought, Jonell's mind paused.

He discreetly assessed Mike and the others, and suspicion crept into his heart.

None of them struck him as Sean's people. What if these people were sent by Sean?

Seems like he's a fool. Even after they treated him like this, he still considers them brothers!