Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail Quinn)

Chapter 850 They Want Jonell Dead

In Brayra...

Jonell exited the Hammerreach International Airport with a huge grin on his face.

Meanwhile, Anderson was escorted by a team of bodyguards, who followed him behind.

"Well, should we go our separate ways now that your bodyguard work is completed?" Jonell asked Anderson with a smile.

"Naturally. But I need some sort of confirmation that I've received your payment," Anderson answered respectfully.

Jonell replied gratefully after recognizing Anderson had indeed saved his life, "Rest assured that the payment will be made. I can also transfer it to your personal account if you provide the details to me as a token of my gratitude for not abandoning me in a time of need."

"No need," Anderson replied.

Jonell didn't press him any further. He had his assistant transfer the money before bidding Anderson goodbye. "Farewell."

Anderson disappeared into the crowd shortly after that.

Jonell sighed as he got into the car. "Monfort seems like a good choice now that I can't return to New Yoke. Besides, I still have my business here." NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Then, he took out a cigar from a luggage compartment nearby, lit it, and took a puff.

His assistant, Jamie Campbell, hesitated slightly before asking, "Shall we head to Miss Smith's place or a hotel?"

Jonell narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and he asked, "How is she?"

"Not good. She needs to have medications constantly. That's why she is always drowsy. She is rarely in a clear state of mind during the day," Jamie answered.

Jonell was in this predicament because of her.

However, she didn't appreciate his kindness at all. She subjected herself to suffering instead of doing the opposite.

He planned to use Martin Colleen's medication to manipulate Luna Smith initially.

Little did he know that she would fall sick first.

"Let's go to a hotel then." He turned to look outside the window, and he felt a sense of irritation as they passed by the Soliana-styled buildings for some reason. "Any news regarding Sean?"

Jonell had suspicions of Mike and his group of men previously. Thankfully, Anderson saved him from them.

"We have nothing so far. But Abigail and Xavien have indeed returned from New Yoke with everyone else," Jamie said.

They would have left some people in New Yoke to act as their informants if Sean was still somewhere abroad.

"Could it be that he has truly bitten the dust this time?" Jonell muttered to himself, and he took another puff of his cigar.

He went to the room he had booked when they reached Grandly Hotel following that.

"Beef up security measures. No one is allowed to enter my room except for you," Jonell instructed as he was about to open the door.

Just then, Jonell yelled in pain before Jamie could even respond. "Hostile! Shut the door now!"

The bodyguards immediately came and surrounded Jonell.

Jamie checked on him to see if he was hurt.

However, Jonell pushed him away. "I'm alright."

He was somewhat traumatized by Anderson, and he had been avoiding close contact with men lately.

"Let's head to another hotel." Jamie reached out his hands to Jonell as he was worried that he might collapse.

Jonell was shot in the shoulder, but he did a better job at enduring the pain after his broken hand experience.

A group of men escorted him into the elevator.

Fortunately, the assassin did not pursue them.

Jonell leaned against the elevator as blood trickled down his trembling hand from his shoulder.

"Bring me Anderson!"

Anderson was dependable.

There might still be hope left if he could bring along his associates from Thesos.

Jamie promptly dialed Anderson after that.

Jonell took over the phone as soon as the call was connected. He tried to suppress his trembling voice as he said, "Anderson... Where are you now? Are your associates here yet? I'm hiring you boys once more."

Anderson's men were from Thesos.

They were as capable as the men Carl's father had hired.

Jonell could also rat them out if he found himself in a predicament down the line.

They would be the ones who did the killing, after all.

Anderson was confused. "Are you injured, Mr. Davidson? You don't sound alright."

"They've got some tough guys. Look, I don't have the details just yet!" Jonell shouted hastily.

They had infiltrated a five-star hotel without raising an alarm. Now, Jonell didn't know where would be safe to stay anymore.

"Send me the address. I'll come and check things out," Anderson replied calmly.

Jonell realized that this weirdo could actually be his savior at that instant.

He felt a sense of relief when he learned that Anderson was on his way there.

Jonell took a deep breath as he leaned against the elevator after ending the phone call. "Stay in touch with Anderson..."

Naturally, Jamie knew Anderson and his associates were not ordinary men.

They might not perform well in full-scale wars. But, they were agile and skilled marksmen who were hard to catch in the city.

That was why he had hired Anderson and his men to protect Jonell.

Jonell got into the car and headed to Luna Smith's place after that.

Anderson also arrived before long.

He was alone and appeared blended in among the people around.

Jonell let him into the car, and he asked as he endured the pain in his shoulder, "When will your men get here?"

"In a day or two," Anderson answered.

Jonell felt a bit relieved. He breathed slowly as he gradually closed his eyes.

Then, Anderson carefully examined the wound on Jonell's shoulder, and he said, "This is not a normal bullet. It is custom-made to inflict maximum damage."

"It seems like Carl's family seriously wants me dead," Jonell said as he gasped heavily.

No wonder it hurts so bad!