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I answered "It mean Swedish. I was thought Russian when I was seven remember. To be a mafia boss you've got to know the languages of your allies. The first word is Swedish. Royalty keep going." Royalty continued until we had this remaining: 'Shvedskiy oni do dobra ne.' I translated it. "It says 'The Swedish are up to no good.'" I translated then looked confused but I was stopped when Damanico rushed in "Maestro Xavier." Damanico said out of breath "Money went missing from the safe in the club downtown. Several of the men down there reported that money went missing without a trace. The alarms didn't go off and when they checked the security cameras they had been cut off."

The three men looked at each other silently, as if they didn’t need to speak to understand each other. “What we want,” the leader said softly, “is to get back what belongs to us.” Jessica pressed herself against the window, her eyes full of fear. “We haven’t taken anything!” “Twenty-seven million dollars,” the younger man said, his voice almost teasing. “Plus fifteen years of interest. Money stolen from the Martinez estate.” The third man, the big, strong one, stepped closer. His voice was deep and cold. “And there’s more—a sister who should have been under our protection.”

" I didn't say anything because there wasn't a need. I pulled a remote control from the pocket of my evening gown and pressed it. The massive LED screen at the front of the ballroom lit up. On it appeared a voice waveform, accompanied by auto-generated subtitles. Sofia's voice came through the speakers, loud and clear. "I've already transferred the money. Remember to make the kidnapping look real, but don't give her any chance to escape." A man's voice replied, "But Isabella is an heiress of the Moretti family. Won't we get into trouble if we do this?" Sofia laughed and said, "She's no heiress. If anything, she's just a cripple in a wheelchair. Do it cleanly. Better yet, make sure she never

“You think you can get me my money back, Hmm?” He nodded his head like and obedient chick, “ Yes.. yes Master, just this once please… I swear I…” I clicked my tongue and turned, “ You keep swearing and it's not doing you any justice, where did you keep the money ?” He raised his eye to me, “I… I..” he stuttered and that practically grewy irritation. “I asked you a God-damned question, where the fuck did you keep my money ?” He shook his head, “ I don't have it… I .. I don't have… “

Silas’s POV When we finally got back to the house the sky was getting darker. The bank manager sat with us for a while. He had his briefcase on his lap. He told us everything that was going on in a calm and professional way. The money that was missing had been found. They found every bit of it. It was hidden in an account, in another country. The people who hid it tried to cover their tracks. They did not do a good enough job. The man also told me that all my assets are secure now. He gave me a smile when he said this.

Anya asked, glancing at her watch in a hurry. - Give the account number - Heitor took his cell phone - I can't withdraw all this amount in cash. It's practically impossible. - Okay - agreed Breno - And don't try to be funny and call the Police, because they will be even more fucked up. Hector made the transfer and they left, the same way they arrived, like blackmailing ghosts, profiteers and scoundrels. - Would they be the literal sense of the word disqualified? – Hector asked, not looking in my direction.

“Shut up. The money is already in. Let’s just escape from here and enjoy the money.” With that, the other two followed him without a word. -- Sender: ######### Good job! Now abort the mission! -- Sender ######### sent you a $100,000,000. —

I could have gotten through his landmines unscathed, but 99% of the hackers out there would have stepped on at least one – which would also immediately alert us that someone had breached the system. The respect goes both ways. JP watches over my shoulder as I break into the Bank of Seychelles and set up an account for Mike, then fill it with $5 million pulled from one of Grant’s offshore accounts that the FBI hasn’t found yet. “Formidable,” he mutters at one point. Every so often he says another French word I don’t recognize, but it sounds like he’s impressed. Dominique? Not so much. “She only knows how to type?” she sniffs at one point.

I snarled, feeling like I was going crazy. Three hundred million dollars was nothing compared to my wealth but it was a lot to be considering the fact that it was about to be taken illegally by a bunch of criminals who I wanted to haunt down and strangle with my bare hands. He remained silent for a moment, typing away on his phone before turning to me. "I just figured out where they are. They were so stupid to not even hide their true location properly. I guess they're so obsessed with the money that they didn't realise that they had to cover up their tracks."

He looked at her with murderous eyes and she worried for herself. A man came rushing to where he was and she heaved a sigh of relief as he served as a distraction for her to get away. " Sir!! Have you seen the news?" The young man asked worriedly. "What news?" He replied surprisingly. "I've been trying to call you since sir but your line has been unreachable. We need to go sir. You need to run away sir, you're currently being looked for as the chief mastermind for a money heist" " I do not understand what you're talking about" he muttered.