Novel & Cerita Money Heist

I muttered. “My theory is correct,” Dane affirmed. “He’s one of the cartels. Guerrero. He’s been missing since that day. Alec got his money worth fifty million dollars in cash. I know where he hid it. Apparently, Guerrero kept track of his cash and put a tracker on it. I was about to tell you when I heard the bad news. Kain and some men I trust are on their way to steal the money.” “Thanks, man.” I smiled even with a heavy heart.

We all gather behind him. Indeed, they were coordinates. Zoomed in on the digital map, it showed a private bank in Germany. He researched the bank, it wasn't just a typical private bank, it was THE fucking private bank. It had the highest security of any, safes reinforced with armored metal, under twenty-four hour security. "Oh shit," I whispered and brought my hand to my forehead. "What?" We all turned to see that Ryder and Trevor had just arrived. "That bank has fourteen million euros stolen from Leonardo D'angelo," I blurted out.

She slammed as they stopped close to the staircase "I took what was mine," he said, smiling "What? How?" She asked in surprise "The manager owed me money and he was reluctant to pay so I took it back the other way round, '' he said, looking into her eyes. "He owes you 250 million pesos?" She asked in surprise "200 precisely," he said "How come you stole 250 from him?" She asked and he was alarmed "No I didn't do that, I took only what he owes me, 200 million pesos," he said

If word spread that this thing was here, I’m sure robbers would pass that door quicker than a hurricane. My fingers itched to snap the velvet box shut and hurl it across the room. But that would only add more fuel to the gossip mill. "Richard," I said, my voice dangerously sweet. "Please have this returned to Mr. Baek's office immediately." "R-returned?" he stammered. "But... it's... a million dollars!" "Precisely," I said, my smile not reaching my eyes. "It's far too expensive to be left lying around a busy office. It might get... lost." I let the implication hang in the air. "Send it back. And if anyone asks, you never saw it."

— Yes, but I still don't know what it means. My muscles tightened, a knot forming between my shoulder blades. - Tell me. — Someone is stealing money from you. I ground my molars together. This wasn't the first time someone had dared, but I didn't need another problem right now. - How much? — As far as I know, around thirty million euros or something like that.

She asks. "Someone is stealing from me, and I can't seem to trace all the money. The person who did this knew what they were doing. He stole 10 million and when I outlined the money, I found only 3 million and 2 million in another account. He spread the money so it can be hard to trace. " I inform Jess. "It looks like it is some sort of a game to me, it is like he or she is buying time but for what?" She says and I nod even though I know she can't see me.

"An offshore private bank. The account holder is the Howe Corporation Trust. Password is 778899. There's ten million inside, money Nelson Howe was preparing to move overseas for his illegitimate son." His hand jerked. The blade sliced into my skin. "Kidnapping me for a one-million-dollar ransom gets you prison," I said hoarsely, my voice low and coaxing. "Taking money that can't see daylight means no one will call the cops. Let me go. You keep the cash. Courtesy of the Howes." Ten minutes later, after the transfer cleared, he stared at me like I was some kind of monster. He kicked me out of the car and dumped me on a winding mountain road under pouring rain.

“Seth really lives up to his reputation as a money grubber. There has to be a limit to how cheap someone can be. How could he even come up with an idea like this?” Juliet Young, my team member, looked at the bottle cap in her hand and let out a helpless sigh. “You should’ve expected this the day he started charging for water. People like him consider it a loss if they go out and don’t pick up money others have dropped. Anyway, I’m used to it by now.”

I stopped running to catch my breath. "That's what I saw, sir. I ended up losing sight of the taxi. But I'm sure she went to the airport.” “ Right. Call Finley and ask him to track his cell phone and bank account.” “Yes, sir.” I hung up when I heard the answer. Finley was an ally of good years ago. Also known as the most impossible hacker to deal with in the state. So that he was never found by the police, Finley was always changing. We never lost contact, of course.

Is there a chance for a complete and a happy family, or will it be completely destroyed by those who oppose their unity? PROLOGUE “How much money do you need?” he asked the man in front of him. “100 Million Pesos,” the man answered quickly. He took the check from his suitcase. “Take care of it. Payable to cash. One hundred million pesos. It’s all done. Now, give me that kid.” He looked at the unconscious Yael. The man quickly took Yael. “Now, give me my hundred million!” he said with a smile. “Not too fast. Undress him. You need to find someone who has the same physique as Yael, then fake his death,” the man ordered.