Money Heist In English の小説・ストーリー

"Computers fail, Lucas. Maybe you should have spent more on your IT team and less on the stupid retina scanners." ​"Well the funny part is ....It wasn't a failure, Jennifer. It was a heist." He stepped around the bed, moving slowly, like a wolf closing the distance. "And it’s curious, isn't it? That the only person with the motive to hide that money is currently sitting in my house, pretending she was too drunk to remember kissing me last night." ​I felt the blood rush to my cheeks at the mention of the kiss, but I didn't look away. "I told you, I don't remember anything. I don'tknow what you are even talking about."

"An adult's personal property is protected by law. $50,000 exceeds the threshold for a major theft offense. The victim has chosen to press charges. That's entirely lawful." My father froze. Then he turned to glare at me as though I were his mortal enemy. His eyes were bloodshot. "Elise Whitmore! Are you really going to have your own father arrested? You ungrateful little monster! You'd throw your own father in jail over a little money? You'll be struck by lightning for this!" "Struck by lightning?" I couldn't help laughing. Tears streamed down my face as I reached into my bag and pulled out the confidentiality agreement I'd signed with the travel agency.

Beside him, Giselle rushed forward, her blonde hair disheveled as tears of panic streamed down her cheeks. "Dominic! Do something, damn it! They can't throw us out like this! Where are all your brilliant lawyers?! Where's the money you hid in those Swiss bank accounts?!" Giselle screamed hysterically, her shrill voice cutting through the tense silence as the officers began placing red official seals throughout the mansion. Dominic offered no reassuring words. His strong hand trembled violently as he pulled his phone from his pocket. In complete desperation, he opened his international banking application.

Leaving town will be very foolish, I'll just find an apartment on the other side of town far from here, going to a foreign place is going to be a big mistake especially since I don't know how the street works. I kept the money in my school bag and left my room, I walked quietly to mom's room, I slowly opened the door and shut it behind me, I began my search. I looked in her wardrobe, I searched everywhere till I found a hidden compartment, I opened it and saw a huge amount of money where she keeps her shoes, there should be thousands of dollars here, I packed almost all of it and was about to leave when I thought what if I find a hard time getting a job and what if the apartment consumes all

for the last time young man where is my money. 'Lord I don't have your money, I was countered, I can't be lying.' he spoke amidst tears. 'Shut-up you fool, you saying we're lying by saying you're not damn fool got it?' one the guys who brought the guy in with Milord finally spoke. 'Betrayal that's who you are, Lord Mika men gave you the damn briefcase man, we were there just you know watching you take the money, the only mistakes was trusting you to deliver the damn money.

He froze. “Mr Lamberto,” I called with a dangerous low voice. “Where is my money, you scumbag?” “I swear, Drecos… I don't have it.” he stammered I stepped into his space and threw my fist at his jaw. Lamberto's head snapped to the side, blood gushing from his mouth. “You’re lying to my face?” I leaned in “Where did you run with my money? My twenty million dollars. I thought we were family, Lamberto.”

They gathered there, hoping to recover their hard-earned money. They went all-in then, investing everything and expecting a lucrative return. However, it ended up being a total loss. "Of course, I can. Otherwise, I wouldn't even bother coming back," Henry said. John and the others approached him quickly, particularly Wayne, who asked, "Do you really have a way, Henry?" "Don't listen to his nonsense. He came from the mountain with no power or influence. What plan does he have? Furthermore, the money has already been transferred overseas, and they can't even apprehend Lewis. How can there be a solution?" Jennifer shouted.

Zambia was going to be another Europe and another tourist destination for many people. ‘With the girl gone with almost Seven Trillion Kwacha out of circulation, we are blessed to be alive to witness the momentous occasion in the history of the country. The heist was a success and the cash flow constricted to alarming levels in the money markets. The downfall of our enemies is eminent.’ ‘What do you mean Charles; I guess your assumptions are too big for me. Slow down and be more elaborate. The Heist at the Bank and Chapter 23 are they linked?’ Ken asked feeling his head heating up.

"Alessia, do not do this. We still have the Landon project. Tonight cannot fall apart because of a misunderstanding." "You no longer have it," Landon said, "I do not entrust money to a team that cannot identify the actual relationship holder." I took the black card from her hand and wiped rain off the surface with my thumb. "Thank you for keeping it warm." Then I turned and walked into the club. Behind me, the black brass door closed on Julian and Clara, leaving them in the rain. New York has many doors. Beginning that night, one after another, they would close in their faces.

"We made a few mistakes during the heist. We didn’t get all the money, and Capheus was injured." "Does the Don know?" Marvin asked from the backseat. "Of course he knows," Macholo snapped. "But he’s giving us a chance to make it right." Silence fell over the car as they approached their meeting spot; an old warehouse on the borders of town. They parked in the shadows, turning off their headlights. Macholo and his team carried the duffel bags of money toward the warehouse, knocking three times on the door, as agreed.