Payment To Darius Wolfe の小説・ストーリー

Yet now, he was rather triggered. “But the God of War set up the supporting fund to boost the city’s economy. The money didn’t come from Dallas Moneylender, so why are they expecting me to pay them back? They are even seeking 100 million dollars in interest. They should just rob a bank,” Darcy uttered angrily. She was not happy to hand over the money to Dallas Moneylender. Besides, Quartet Group had limited disposal funds in the corporate account. The only option was to get a loan.

Chapter 12 Cruelty THE CELESTIAL IMPERIAL Kiara watched Darius as he clenched his fits and his jaw tightened. "Hey! You! Come to me!” He pointed at Zendaya. “Me?” Zendaya shrink back. His eyebrows snapped together. “I said come to me!” Darius snarled. Slowly Zendaya stood up and went to him. "Well since your father couldn't pay off his debt so you have to pay for it by serving me." Darius held an eye contact with Kiara as he said those words.

Darius collected the box and opened it. 'Money,' his heart scremed out. "Sir, this is what we made in the last two weeks," he said pointing to four packages boxes of money. "Wow!" He exclaimed excitedly. "Sir, for the past few months that you were away. These are the amount we have made so far," he said pointing at different boxes positioned at different points in the room. "Excellent…. Has the workers being paid?" He asked. "No sir. They have not been paid." "I will love to disseminate their payment right away," he said.

And I walked right into it. My jaw tightened. Joel wouldn’t do this on his own. But Darius? He absolutely would. I didn’t know much about Jake. “Great,” Tessa said. “So they’re gone. What do we do now?” “We pay,” I said flatly. Tessa blinked. “We what?” “We have to pay for this shit, or else we’re fucked.” She let out a disbelieving laugh. “Three thousand two hundred and seventy dollars? Arielle, have you forgotten the kind of lives we live?”

And it was wrecking me. Get a grip, Demetria. He glanced up at me, catching me mid-stare. That faint, knowing smile tugged at his lips—as if he could see every indecent thought flickering through my head. Ding! My phone buzzed. I snatched it up from my desk and froze. Twenty-five thousand dollars. Deposited. The sender? Standing right in front of me. “How did you get my account details?” “Stephen. And I’m handling the payment of your contract for the gala, Wildfire”.

"They have his signature on a check." "If he signed a check, then I'm sure it was for something else," Ari replied, taking a seat, bending forward. The King sighed. "Of course." Then something hit her. "Who did they say he paid?" "Piers Wingfield." A crease formed between the king's eyes. "What's going on, Ari?" "How much was the check for?" Ari asked, ignoring the question. "Six million dollars," Xavier answered. "Ari, if you know something—"

The mere thought of Marcus brought back the embarrassing kiss in the hall, making her wish she could just vanish into a hole. Eloise approached with a coffee in hand and said, "It's been days since that million-dollar order wrapped up. Why hasn't the tail payment come through? Could it be you've rubbed someone the wrong way and they're withholding your money?" Kelsey grabbed her phone and stepped outside, directly calling Darcy. "Hi, I was just wondering when the payment might be released." "Luna Kelsey, please hold for a moment while I check with Alpha Marcus," Darcy said, moving to brief Marcus on the matter.

her voice trembled. “I’ll let you go… after you pay what you owe me.” Cheesy closed her eyes, overwhelmed by pain and emotion. Her chest felt tight. She had no way to come up with that kind of money. Daryl paused. Then he gripped her chin. “Fine. I’ll let you go for now. But I don’t care how you do it—tomorrow night, I want the full hundred million.” Her face went pale. “Mr. Daryl, I… I don’t have that kind of money. I’ll pay you back, but… in installments.”

Zane’s assistant immediately turned on a laptop and projected a bank transfer record onto the large screen. “The payment for the car did come from your account, Mr. Middleton. However, the day before the purchase, an amount of 250,000 dollars was transferred from Ms. Hale’s personal account to your account… Mr. Middleton, how do you explain this?” Jenson’s face was drained of all color. “T-That… That was a voluntary gift from her!” Jenson stammered, trying to defend himself. “Whether it was a gift will be decided in court.” Mrs. Zane remained unmoved and went on, “Next, regarding the club spending you mentioned, we've contacted the bank and obtained surveillance footage from Sunshine Club.”

“Derrick never managed to pay me even half of his debt. He had long been indulged in gambling, Minerva. Please understand.” “I know,” she said in a soft voice with her head still looking away from him. “He is the one who volunteered you as the payment instead six months ago. From then on, he never paid me a single penny and I even paid him another amount of money after we signed the contract that you, as the debt payment, shall be under my name from that moment.” He watched Minerva’s throat bobbed and Darwin could see the tears silently flowing from her eyes. But he continued to reveal the truth. “The money that you’ve been spending since the past six months have been mine—including yours an