Money Heist In English Novelas e Histórias

“The agreement is finalized. I'll show you where the vault is.” I almost bit my tongue. Heaven knows I didn't know anything about any money or vault. Although his smirk subsided a little his intense gaze did not. “I hope this is not another ploy to run away?” The question chilled me to the bone and I made myself keep my uneasiness to myself.”I think it's in Calcutta.” He shook his head slowly while wearing a derisive expression.”Okay, Calcutta it is.” He laughed ominously as he moved away from me his hands clasped behind his back.

The Lanky Sir addressed her, his British accent shining through as he spoke. "What do you want from me? Trust me I have no money and no family so you won't be getting ransom money" Ava addressed them trying to deflect any ideas of extracting money from Elaina, watching as the British man pulled a chair closer to her and sat down. He was directly in front of her with Olive perched on his arm. the latter pulled a chair and planted herself on it, legs crossed while her counterpart took the seat next to her. "Here's the deal love, in the next three days the CEOs of GA techs will be visiting Club Sinema and you are going to help us steal from them." Olive's eyes held hers in place as she picked o

“What do I do now?” “Grab his phone and insert the drive and I will do the rest” I reached into his pockets and took out his phone, then I took the drive and connected it to his phone. It took a minute for Rheagar to tap into his phone, “Holy shit” he breathed out. “What’s wrong?” I asked nervous. “We found it, a Swiss account with over a hundreds of million in it” I felt relief to know that the money was still there, “He also used your name to open the account” Rheagar informs me, I stare back at him and I was disgusted.

He inhaled deeply, savouring the scent of burning tobacco. Money had been pouring in ever since Isabelle’s dating heist. Five hundred billion dollars stolen from the Iranians–a sum so vast it could buy governments, topple empires and bend nations. To any other man it would have been cause for unrestrained celebration. But Vittorio was not any other man. He knew every coin stolen carried a shadow. Already the Iranians were howling, their fury echoing across borders.

"Mr. Reid, our brother has already died. The little money you gave is definitely not enough. You have to compensate for my brother's life." If Lena were here, she would definitely recognize this sound. It is one of the kidnappers who were going to abduct her today. Hayden sneered, "Is five million enough? Aren't you about to go through security check soon? Don't worry, the money has already been transferred to an overseas account, so don't come back again." The man stopped talking. Five million, enough to buy a life, let alone they were gangsters, lives were already worthless.

In the distance, I heard police sirens getting closer. But they weren't coming for us. Through the rain, a silver Mercedes stopped on the other side of the bridge. Its hazard lights flashed.The back door opened. A man wearing a long dark coat stepped out, holding a black umbrella. He walked calmly toward us.It was Julian. He looked perfectly fine. His gray eyes were cold, and a small smile spread across his face. "You really don't know when to quit, Dominic," Julian said calmly. "But it's already over. The money has been moved into the Zurich trust. You can't stop it now."

The other was black. The clock hit 9:17. The static died. The frequency locked. Lina put the headphones on. She heard liquid hitting a glass. A chair scraped the floor. A man spoke. The vowels were sharp. "English," a second man said. "The money is dead," the first man said. He had a thick accent. "The money is delayed." "We don't wait for delays." Lina pressed the record button. The plastic was hard under her finger. On the feed, a door opened. The hinges squeaked. Someone walked across the room. The other men stopped talking.

B—but,'' One of his men, stutters. ''But what?'' Elia takes a few steps towards him, closing their distance and I see fear appearing in his eyes, fear of Elia. The way Elia stands, show how he's very pissed but he tries everything he can, to hold back. ''You want to know what the fuck just happened?'' He gulps. ''Our money has been stolen. Fifteen million dollars. Do you want to know how it was stolen? Do you want to fucking know or do I have to remind you, that you could've done something?'' He clenches his jaw again.

I hate greedy people. “How short are we?” I ask pinching the bridge of my nose. Someone is going to have to pay for this, I hate disloyal people. “Twenty Million” he replied “the money was laundered in one of the warehouses in Italy” the money stolen was pocket change to me and I spend that in one day. The money wasn’t the problem it’s the dishonesty and having to go behind my back thinking they can outsmart me. “Find who is behind it and bring them to me. I’d love to see the face of the person who finally grew balls” I said dismissively. “I’ll handle them myself.”

He didn't stop until he'd stuffed me into the Maybach's passenger seat and the door slammed shut with a bang. He came around to the driver's seat, still wearing a look like he wanted to eat someone alive. "Have you gone completely money-crazy?" "Yep." I sat in the passenger seat, pulled the three grand out of my pocket, and carefully counted it. "One, two... yep, it's all here." Watching me act like such a money-grubber, Julian suddenly laughed in exasperation. "You're not Cassandra at all." My hands froze mid-count. I looked up and met his deep, dark eyes.