Novel & Cerita Millionaire Detective Characters

Alessandro “What the hell was that?” asked Nicola as I approached him and watched Miller like a hawk. He was a troubled billionaire who laundered money for various mafias except mine. He wanted me to put my money through his companies, but I was too smart a man to realize how much trouble that could mean. I would manage the money myself rather than some foolish thief. I don't like that scum around Chiara, Gregory said with annoyance. And as if fate fulfilled the will of my beast, Miller walked away.

Sometimes all it took was a bread crumb and he would be able to bury somebody with it. As the pair made their way to the conference room that wasn't that far from the private apartments that was kind of built more into the mountain side. They walked in and looked over the police that were sitting there. They had a few questions of their own but they were going to wait. Benton was Sure that he was going to be able to figure out exactly what was going on. All he had to do is ask a few simple questions. No one really ever wanted to make him mad or get on his bad side. Another perk to being a billionaire.

He’s almost better than me in the cooking department. His--our mansion speaks volume of his wealth, his accent shows he's of the elite class, that he comes from money. A man who is that rich should have someone who fights his battle for him, do the dirty jobs. There should be people running around our big house because it requires a lot of maintenance which I can't handle alone but there is none, no single person but us. Maybe he gave them a break for us to have privacy but I doubt it. Trailing an imaginary line on the bridge of his nose, I ask, "Has… has it always been this way?" He grabs my hand, bites down on my fingertips and a shiver runs down my spine.

Mike Green. She mentally slapped herself and looked back down as she felt fresh tears stream out of her eyes for the umpteenth time that night. Of all the rich American bastards that existed in the city, Kal couldn't come up with anyone to take a heist on. But no, his stupid ass had to pick the wealthiest English man in probably the whole of America. She'd seen him in a magazine Mr Anderson bought and left on the counter at her coffee shop. Right now she could only attempt to wish that he would spare her. "How did you little twat think that you could beat my security? Did you assume that it was safe to come here because it's night?" He questioned, cocking a brow as he did.

Bob said, chuckling. “Oh I don’t think that’s worse than investigating multiple murders, in which the only clue is the loans that they all the victims owe a certain bank”. “Yeah speaking of which, Danny I’m calling to tell you that you would have to open another case file, a fifth one” Bob said. Danny winced at the thought of having yet another victim of the mysterious killer. “Who’s the latest victim?” he asked “Owen Mclean an English businessman who deals mainly in real estate, I’d have my secretary send an email of the victim’s details to you, for profiling” Bob said.

Monika Cvurka………………………………………… Dog-walker Caroline Brett………………………………………….. Dr Brett’s wife Anjelica Ebbi………………………………………… Translator for Public Health England Christopher Rice………………………………………. MI6 Sir William Frederick Patterson……………………….. Chairman of JIC. Madame Charlotte Julien………………………………. French Lawyer Claude Duvall………………………………………….. Ex-French Policeman THE FOURTEEN Robbie Chase…………………………………………Property developer (Suicide) Igor Akinfeev………………………………………… Russian Businessman (Suicide)

Agusta explained. Valentino was increasingly curious about the private detective. Because for him it's rare that a private detective didn't go after his client's money. There were very few private investigators actually worked on all the cases without being based on profit. So the private detective hired by Agusta made him very curious. "Are you done?" Agusta asked as he saw Valentino already dressed neatly like a young businessman who had abundant wealth. "Come on!" Valentino said. Agusta immediately drove his car to a Chinese restaurant located not far from the gas station where Valentino changed his clothes.

"When the detective started investigation, Aiden denied ever meeting you that night. Aiden is a fraud, I'm not saying this to spite him or because he's my nemesis. I saying it because it's the truth and I care for you. Aiden is the leader of a notorious gang of fraudster the metaphor, they launder money, rob people. Whenever he wants to run a major project, he will send metaphor to work. It's obvious you were a victim of metaphor. Ashley didn't want to believe him, so she said nothing. Aiden would never hurt her. "You know generational wealth begin with one big thief. But the question is, now that he is a billionaire why won't he stop? why would he rob the one woman he claimed to love. Or, w

I’m staring at the photo on the screen. I would be lying if I said he didn’t cross my mind in the past month but I started to forget what he looked like. Now the memories flood back in. His face is unsmiling here but he still looks handsome. I read the news crawl. He’s Diego Santoro, millionaire businessman. I’ve heard that name before, wealthy beyond imagination and rumored to be part of the mafia. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Christine gives me one of the coffees and heads back to her desk as I go in. The first thing I notice is, he is crude and lacks any sense of sophistication or class. However he is a handsome man with very manly features. "Good morning i'm Detective Kerrick Swindle," I offer my hand and he takes it promptly, "I'm Dr. Vienna Starr." He releases my hand immediately I say my name and does not linger like some men do. "I have not seen you around before," he nods and takes a seat. "I have just been transfered to Greencity recently and I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about the case i'm working on." I lean on my desk as he shuffles the files I hadn't notice before.