Novel & Cerita Corrupted Finn

I stammered, stepping away from the desk, my hands raised in a desperate gesture of surrender. "It’s not what it looks like. I was just... I was trying to recover some of my personal files before the IT department wiped my user profile. You know me, I would never sabotage the company—" "I don't know you at all," Sloane interrupted point-blank, her scarlet lips curving into an icy, unbothered smile. "The Finn I knew was a parasite who took credit for my labor for ten years. The Finn standing in front of me is just a pathetic criminal trying to burn down the house because he got kicked out of the master bedroom."

Actually, I don't need money. I can't wait for him to get away from our world. However, I certainly can't let him off so easily. Finn looked terrible. "How much do you want?" "Fifty million." I said it word by word. After that, Finn's face turned green, "Are you crazy? How can I give you fifty million?" "Then wait to be prosecuted." I crossed my arms. "Is the thing you did back then considered as a bigamy? Or a crime of false pretenses? Or..."

They had been trying to secure a deal with the Morrettis in Germany for the longest time, but it had never been successful. She shifted slightly as Mr Dominic entered, holding his wife’s hand. The room seemed to pause for a moment, all attention drawn entirely to them. Rosina’s eyes locked on him, and she muttered under her breath, “Bianca’s father…” *** Finn stood at the counter, his eyes fixed on the hospital file he had just been handed. This was the third hospital he had visited today. His gaze moved quickly over the name…Maria Winter, then dropped to the date. His eyes widened, and a slow smile spread across his face before he let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head at himself.

"It can't run on nothing. It has a logistical tail. Find it." Ben's head snapped up, a spark of hope, of renewed purpose, in his eyes. "Exactly. I pulled on a loose thread in my financial intelligence network. Found a washed-up, disgraced arms dealer who used to run logistics for a Fenrir Council shell corporation. He's bankrupt, on the run from his former employers, and terrified out of his mind. A little… creative persuasion, a few untraceable crypto deposits, and he sang like a canary in a coal mine."

"We have urgent news." Alpha Fenrir regarded us with a raised eyebrow, his expression inscrutable as he waited for us to continue. "What is it?" he asked, his voice echoing softly in the cavern. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. "We encountered corrupted in the forest," I blurted out, the words tumbling from my lips in a rush. "They were unlike anything we have ever seen before. Stronger, more vicious. And they seemed to be more than just a few."

FRIEND OR CRUSH? "You ruined my plan," Mr Emir replied to Finn in response to his question. "Why did you take down the news and how do you know about Ace Hilton?" "The news is affecting ma'am too much and it got her sad, I had to take it down so that she wouldn't get drunk in worry and end up in strangers' beds anymore," Finn said to Mr Emir, intentionally ignoring the second question. Mr Emir chuckled and asked him, "Have you slept with my daughter? Is that why you're addicted to her and wouldn't let go?"

But then he continued, “Memory loss and insanity aren’t the same thing. I believe you call it ‘apples and limes,’ yes?” “Oranges. Apples and oranges.” His speech pattern was an odd mix of formality and slang, which just added to the weirdness. “Who are you?” He stopped pacing and looked slightly shamefaced. “Sorry. I’m Finn. Well, Finn. The Lycan warrior. Friends of Alpha Ethan and his brother Vergel. You must remember us, I mean, yeah—But if anyone here knew that, they’d rip me to shreds.” He said it so matter-of-factly that it took a moment to register. As her jaw dropped, he held out a hand. “So let’s just go with ‘Finn,’ okay?”

"I am paying you to give me a name. Who bought the ten percent?" Finn closed the folder. He looked up at me with terrified eyes. "We don't know," he whispered. The room went completely silent. I could only hear the sound of the rain hitting the thick glass windows behind me. I slowly stood up straight. "Excuse me?" "We failed, sir," he said quickly, the words rushing out of his mouth in a panic. "The digital wall is unbreakable. The money did not just come from one place. It bounced through twenty different shell companies then to Switzerland, then through a dozen crypto wallets, and finally into a blind trust."

Scott shook his head. “Then at what stage do things get ‘interesting’?” He asked again. “The interesting part comes in even before this whole Londyn situation.” Scott said. “Benjamin’s financial records are very suspicious — round number transfers, off-shore accounts, shell companies — I’m no financial expert, but knowing Benjamin, something fishy is definitely going on.” I bit my lip. Couldn’t you get a warrant?