1616 Angel Number Money の小説・ストーリー

It felt heavier than it should. “I'll leave town and forget—” I paused as the box slipped from my hand and crisp cash bundles, spilled out in perfect hundreds to the floor. My pulse jumped, I've never seen that much money in my whole life. The angel in me whispered, “return the money where you found it. We already have the card situation.” The devil, “ this can pay all your debts, they are way too rich to notice. The card is Brian's fault. ” I listened to the latter, went back to the dressing room and found two more boxes, one under the suit jackets and the other in a tie closet. All packed to the brim with cash bundles.

“Yes, yes, of course! I knew this rundown spot didn’t match your cool, elegant style. Crestwood Heights is perfect for you…” Angela shook her head with a laugh. Leon’s gaze lingered on her, like he couldn’t get enough. She was all ease, no fuss and no pretense—confident and proud in her own way. How was she this remarkable and different from everyone else? A faint, inexplicable glow of pride rose in Leon’s eyes. Back at the hotel, Angela did a rough count. She’d won over four million. She first transferred one hundred thousand back into the card Mr. W had given her.

I'm willing to give her the time and intimacy that she deserves. Because she's different and she holds a piece of my soul. My phone suddenly beeped while I'm in the middle of deep thinking. My forehead furrowed as I read a message from the bank. Angel just transferred a money in my bank, I gave her million and she gave back almost everything. I sighed hard and gripped the stirring wheel more harder than the usual. Now, this is where her thoughts led her.

"This is Jonathan's private number. I can't guarantee that he'll answer you, but I'm not going to give the money back." Angela eagerly made the call. No one answered the first or second time. Angela almost cried with frustration when she thought of the 900 thousand that she had just transferred over. Finally, the call was answered on her tenth try. On the other end, Jonathan had just had a shower. He had come out to see that he had nine missed calls. He would have ignored them, but the tenth call came at that exact moment. He said, "Hello?" "Jonathan, I want to make a deal with you—"