Novel & Cerita Money Heist Television Show

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.

Hector took a deep breath, clenching his teeth. "But … that's all I know. I don't know anything else. I don't even know who wired the 300 thousand to me. The money is all in my account. After the job, they promised to send me off with another 300 thousand! I've told you everything. Take the money. I don't want it anymore. Please, don't kill me," he begged. Maisie raised her brow slightly and looked at Igor. "Take note of all of this. Find out who sent the money and trace the IP address."

“But I didn't feel checking in was necessary because I'm still in the process and—” “And that's why I called.” Hector sounded curt. “How far are you?” “Well, I've hacked the cameras…” “And how long did that take? Twenty minutes? An hour? Sure. You've been in there for almost a week. How far are you with the money?” Hunter pinched the space between his eyes and sighed, aware how useless he was going to sound. “I didn't get the money yet.” “Well, that's obvious. But how far are you? When are you getting the money?” Hector sounded impatient. “You're the best man I have, and I expected that two million to be out of that mansion by now.”

He scoffs, looking away as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel. He refuses to give Milven that money, and he won’t let his secret leak to the press. But if Zerra wasn’t the one who told Milven, then who could it be? He has no idea what to do next.

The officer closed his notebook, his expression turning stern. "Wayne Whitmore, you're suspected of identity theft, assault, and multiple other criminal offenses. You'll need to come with us for questioning." Standing off to the side, Travis finally understood what had happened. He shot to his feet and pointed at Kelsey in disbelief. "So when you told me your cousin was paying for our honeymoon, you meant you stole the money from your own family?" Panic flashed across Kelsey's face. She grabbed his arm. "Honey, let me explain..."

How do you know…" Her voice dies in her throat. I sit back, enjoying the moment. "Know your father is Everest King, the most wanted mobster in Velmara? Oh, I didn’t even tell you the best part." I lean in again, my voice dropping to a silky whisper. "I have his money. The 900 million Richard is trying to find. And a server full of evidence that would put him away for a very… very… long time." Her walls crumble. The defiance in her posture sags into something smaller, tighter.

Wayne just chortled and replied, "Ms. Candace is the real heiress of the Ashford family. You're nothing but an impostor. But I see that you've already gotten too deep in your act!" At Candace's signal, Wayne immediately got up and stood to the side. She then looked at the injuries on my face with a stone-like expression and turned to Liam. "Liam, your girlfriend didn't just steal 20 years of my life from me, but she even hired two gangsters to beat me up. Luckily, my bodyguard arrived in time to save me."

“There’s a mole in the FBI, feeding information to Lorenzo and the syndicate. He has strings of crimes to answer for. Money Laundering and Financial Crimes, Drug Trafficking/Illegal Arms Dealing, Murder for Hire/Assassination Plots, Corruption and Bribery, Trafficking, Smuggling. A covert operation turned bloody and the FBI lost lots of good men.” “Touching,” her face softened for just a fraction of a second before hardening again. “But you still haven’t answered my question. Why are you sharing this with me?” “Because I saw everything that happened at the fight club tonight.” “You were there?” She cleared her throat. “Watching,” he confirmed. “And I wasn’t the only one. There was someone el

“Show me the thief.” The screen turns red with text as the number matches with so many transactions. And my blood runs cold when I see the name blatantly stated there. Big, bold, and shameless. David Morgan. Mira’s father. He’s the embezzler.