Novel & Cerita Money Heist

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."

"Do you want to talk about the bottle or do you want to talk about your money?" I wanted to scream. Wanted to grab that bottle and smash it against the wall. But I just stood there. Fists clenched. Jaw tight. "Fine. Where is my money?" "I invested it." "What?" "Okay, first it was stolen. By Ernesto." "Stolen?" And who the hell is Ernesto?!

Now, it no longer belonged to me. Before leaving, I called my lawyer. “Mr. Lane, has everything been arranged?” “Yes, Ms. Rivers. The funds have been transferred to your account. Your passport is ready, and the property in Swizor has been secured. Everything is in order.” I nodded, feeling a strange peace settle in my chest. “All right. Thank you. I’m leaving now.” The moment I ended the call, I saw a news headline flashing across my phone screen. [Mafia boss Zayn Levine is a total hen-pecked husband!]

“One of these days, I was balancing his account books when I overheard two men who came to seek him out for an important business, speaking. A secret agency in the government was planning a sweep out because they were being targeted by the FBI. About four hundred billion dollars was going to be moved offshore. Now they were not going to tell the guy I balanced his account the full story. Just bits of it to gain help from him. So I told him when they left. He was so stunned by my loyalty, he decided I'd get a healthy percentage once he found a way to get everything. I provided a way out. On the day the deal went down, I was with him. He was stunned by how well I handled a gun. I'm not going t

HANA TEN DAYS LATER "How much are you going to steal?" He asked me directly on the phone. Of course, he is Cillian Sebastian Merrick. I couldn't just hack everything. I need to level up my game. I need more practice. There is no seriousness in his tone and I couldn't say there is no emotion either. "A one hundred and thousand euros." I sighed. "I still can't make you bankrupt with that, can I?" I heard him chuckle. Bash chuckled!! But I didn't get to see that. I will go to these call recordings again to hear that once more. There is a pause and he didn't say anything.

I asked. "I'm good too. Listen, I got some good news for you guys. I was able to hack into the system of the Italian Mafia bank, and I transferred a huge amount of money into our account." Liam and I exchanged a look and chuckled. We both knew how dangerous it was to mess with the Mafia's money, and Matt had just pulled off a huge heist. "Are you serious?" Liam asked, his voice filled with disbelief. Matt chuckled, "Yeah, I'm serious. You should see the look on their faces right now. They have no idea what hit them."

“I want to see if he breaks. Or if he runs.” Salvatore’s grin was slow and sharp. “You’re baiting him.” “I’m exposing him.” Ghost’s screen pinged again a sharp, urgent tone. He froze. “Matteo…” His voice dropped. “There’s more.” Another window opened encrypted messages, timestamps, financial transfers. Cedric leaned in. “What is that?” Finn’s fingers flew across the keys. “Money. A lot of it. Someone’s been bankrolling Hector for months.” Ghost zoomed in on the sender.

Harmony Corporation crumbled soon after. The news spread like wildfire. [Breaking news! Harmony Corporation’s core strategy is allegedly plagiarized. The founder, Oscar, is asking for 3.7 billion dollars in compensation!] [The company’s stock has fallen drastically! The market price fell, and its market value basically evaporated in a single day!] [Insider news: The so-called investment goddess, Celine, is just a puppet controlled by Oscar!] The news outlets that used to ridicule me had switched up their narratives.

I asked as I put the phone on speaker so that Phoebe could listen to the conversation. “Stashed funds in a Swiss bank account” he responded “How much?” I inquired *One hundred and fifty” he replied “One hundred and fifty thousand dollars?” He gave a small laugh before he responded “one hundred and fifty million dollars” What the fuck!