From The Trash Man To The Cash Man นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He heard tin can sounds and looked beside him to see a man stuffing through the rubbish can. He smiled. "Now that's a plan…" he went close to him and tapped him. "You want to make some cool cash?" He asked him. He glanced at Logan and nodded his head. Logan smiled and brought out a bundle of dollar bills. The man's eyes glued at it, unbelievably. Logan looked at him "You know what, just take it all" His eyes widened and his hands shivered as he took the money from Logan's hand. His vocal chords must have retreated for a momentary settlement as he wasn't able to utter a word. It was like a gold mine to him. But what does the good sir want?

“What about you? Got a girl?” I shook my head. “A lot of flings but nothing serious.” “Even with all the cash they’re saying you have?” I chuckled. “Because of all the cash. They all just want one thing from me. So, I turned the table on them and only wanted one thing from them instead.” Tyler hooted. “That’s the life.”

said a man with a hoarse voice. “That’s what I thought too,” intoned another man with a deep voice. “We’d get our money early then.” The hoarse-voiced man snickered. “I don’t know, man.” The deep-voiced man seemed hesitant with his words. “What?” “I got a kid, man. She means the world to me. I’m not really on board with this trafficking thing.” “Oh?” thought Gray to herself. And while listening in on them, she named the hoarse-voice man Evil and the other man Half-evil.

“Play hardball, Starling.” “Gladly,” she said with a sharp nod before leaving the conference room. Rodrigo crossed his arms over his chest, studying the remaining data. “Ignoring the possibility of an unregistered Awakaned, we’ve managed to follow the money trail through dozens of offshore accounts and shell companies to a meat packing company based out of Newton, Kansas, that hasn’t had a working plant in at least a decade. It’s been on the FBI’s radar recently as a possible trafficking location, and they’ve had surveillance running on it for the past month. Drone and satellite imagery shows activity occurring at night that has nothing to do with cattle.”

"Right here. Do it, and take the money." What the actual fuck? Men are such disgusting creatures. I looked at the stack of cash, then I looked at his smug, punchable face. For me, this was a total win-win. You’re telling me I get to treat this guy like the literal human trash can he is and I get paid for it? God, I love this job sometimes. I leaned in, my lips parting with a dark, mocking clarity. If he wanted to be my personal sidewalk, who was I to deny him?

I nodded before I began explaining the situation to Justin in a gentle but firm voice. "I was approached by a man three days ago. He promised me that if I managed to get my hands on Lowen Group's final document of company secrets, he would pay me a handsome reward that would last me several lifetimes.

I was shopping for a crib when Xavier Davis came home with a three-year-old boy. One look at the child was enough to make me pause. He had the exact same eyes as Xavier's first love. "She just moved back and isn't in a position to take care of him," Xavier told me. "He'll be living with us from now on." There was no room for discussion in his tone. The decision had already been made. Then his gaze dropped to the slight curve of my stomach. "As for yours… Terminate the pregnancy. He's sensitive. A new baby would be too much for him right now." My fingers tightened around the ultrasound printout in my hand. For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I gave him the answer he expected

Susan uttered slowly. “Is everything about s*x? Your secrets have been exposed. You don't have to pretend that you care about me.” Jason spoke angrily. He felt foolish for falling for her schemes! “What secrets are you talking about?” Susan widened her arms and spoke ignorantly. “The money laundering team you work with! The money that got missing from my company's account!” Jason pointed at her and yelled. At that point, Susan wished she could disappear. “Jason, I can explain. Whoever told you that is lying. Hear me out.” Susan spoke.

The sheer arrogance of it made my chest ache, but it also lit a sudden, hot fire in my veins. He unzipped his gym bag, pulled out his thick leather wallet, and took out a massive stack of hundred-dollar bills. He shoved the cash forcefully into my hands. "I know you're struggling," Henry muttered, looking away. "Take this. Just leave Kingsley, before you get hurt even more. I'll wire whatever else you need directly to your account." I looked down at the money in my trembling hands. This was what I had been reduced to in his eyes. A charity case. A problem he could pay to go away. Nineteen years of friendship and love, reduced to a stack of dirty paper.

Meanwhile, Ryan, fired from his job, struggled to find decent work and resorted to taking odd jobs to pay off his debt. I had erased Ryan from my contact list ages ago, but like an annoying, persistent itch, he followed me wherever I went. "Clarice, I've realized my mistakes! I was only after that relocation compensation—it got to my head! Please forgive me," he begged. "I never truly cared for her; it was all about the money. But you're different; I really love you! I'll change for you. Can we please start over again?" Desperate to escape his haunting presence, I moved into Mark's house.