Alicia Sierra Money Heist นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Alice replied while packing. "Huh? You mean we’re running away from Sir Lester? But why, Ma’am?" Yaya Sol asked. "Do you really want to come or not? Stop asking questions, Yaya Sol, and just help me get our things! You stay here, and I’ll go to our bedroom," Alice said. She went to her and Lester’s room and took all the money from the vault. She didn’t leave a single peso behind. She didn’t care if what she was doing was considered theft.

They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one

“Make sure you sell her off to the highest bidder through crypto currency” “Do it tonight” “Yes boss” He collected the case and dashed off. “Everything is falling into place” The lady smiled,tossed the cigarette and walked off. The auction In a segregated place in the palace“18 year old very ripe, beautiful and juicy going for 2.3 million dollars” The auctioneer looking like a rogue who hasn't brushed his teeth for days hit the hammer in the head. “Bring your money ASAP” “2.5” someone shouted from the crowd grinning from ear to ear like he just won a lottery.

"From now on, your pack won't get any help from Crimson Ridge pack. I'll also notify other packs to cancel their cooperation with you immediately!" "The Iron Claw pack, Red River pack, Moonstone pack - they'll all hear about this by morning." Only then did Ivy realize what was happening, her face turning deathly pale. "What Alpha?" Her voice cracked with disbelief. She looked between Hayes and me, her mind finally processing what she'd been too arrogant to see. "Sage... is she Crimson Ridge pack's Alpha?" The words came out as barely a whisper. Marcus closed his eyes in defeat, his voice hollow. "The Alpha heiress I told you about. The one whose identity I never knew."

I reacted on instinct. I twisted sharply, and the syringe flew from my hand, skidding across the ground and clattering loudly against the metal frame of a supply crate. Seeing that her plan had failed, Veronica shrieked. “She assaulted me!” she screamed, clutching her wrist theatrically. “Everyone saw it! Rue attacked me because I exposed her!” People stopped and heads turned. Attention was beginning to gather around us. And then Veronica did what she always did best. Lie. “She stole thirty million dollars from my son!” Veronica shouted, her voice loud and penetrating. “She took Aiden’s money and, and she wants to use it for herself!”

“I need you to look into Don Miguel’s goods. I hear twenty million worth of products have been stolen.” Carter’s deep voice filled the speakers. “Yes. I was just about to report to you. I’ve been looking into it and it turns out that she’s in this NewYork. We traced her to a friend, Cassia Monroe in lower Manhattan.” “How does this help?What about the products?” Lucien was beginning to lose his patience. “As for the products, there’s no lead on that. Her finances are clean and her house too. We have no idea where it might be, but she was last seen visiting Cassia Monroe. Maybe that’s worth checking out, Sir.”

I said. "Ouu, thank you, baby." Alicia whined, taking the money and counting it. "Thanks handsome." Not bothering to count, Sienna put hers into her purse. "No extra tip for us?" Alicia pouted. "Next time, ladies. Haven't gotten this month's salary." "Too bad. You have our numbers?" Sienna asked. "Yeah, I do." "Bye baby. Don't think too much about our pussies." Alicia winked at me before opening the door.

"You actually did it. You actually memorized all of them." "I told you." "And Moretti trusted you with this? His entire insurance policy?" Almeida looked at Dante. "You must really love her. Stupid. But touching." Dante said nothing. Just stared at Almeida with murder in his eyes. Sienna finished the last account. All fifteen. Her voice was hoarse. Her hands were shaking. Almeida spent ten minutes on his phone. Checking each account. Verifying the balances. Testing the access codes. Finally, he looked up. "It's all real. $500 million. Give or take." He pocketed his phone. "I have to admit, Moretti. You prepared well. Too bad it won't save you."

She isn't thinking about the long-term; she’s just thinking about the next hour. "Alister won't stop," I say, trying to keep my voice calm. "You know how he is. He doesn't let things go." Sienna laughs, but there’s no humor in it. It sounds like a cough. "I know exactly how he is. That’s why you’re here. He has the bypass keys to the offshore accounts. Marcus locked me out before I... before the end. Alister is the only one who can open them now. I get the money, I get a new identity, and you get to go home. It’s a simple trade."

A soft buzz confirmed the transfer. “Camila Vega,” Alicia read aloud from her screen. “Quite a strong name. I’ve transferred the money to your account, and I’ve also settled the hospital bill. I’ll get going now. Do enjoy the rest of your day.” She gave a polite nod, then turned and walked out. Camila stared after her, her lips twitching. The moment the door swung shut, she reached for her phone and grinned, shaking it in her hand like a trophy. “If I gamble this money,” she whispered to herself, “I might make a million extra.”