Rdr2 Get Rich Quick Book Novels & Stories

I needed this money. The cartel contact, a slimy bastard named Rico, had promised me fifteen grand for access to a shipping manifest. Just some “private importer’s” data, he’d said. Easy in, easy out. Yeah. Right. My gut had screamed at me to walk away the second I saw how flimsy the firewall was. Too vulnerable for anything legit. But walking away wasn’t an option, not when Rico’s goons would carve my name into a bullet if I bailed. And not when I was too broke to say no.

"But me? I can help. If you need fast money, I've got connections." Cyrus gave him a cautious look. "You? Are you sure? I need at least 1,000,000 dollars." The punk's eyes lit up. 'Big fish.' He whipped out a business card. "Our company specializes in rescuing people from desperate situations. If you need money, you came to the right place." The card read: [Duomore Finance. Mason Hackett, Sales Manager.] Cyrus' face brightened with feigned excitement. "You can really lend me money? I need a million. Help me through this, and I swear I'll pay it back within three months."

After all, they were greedy for that compensation money in her hands, so they would do anything they could to please her. As for the future… she'd worry about that later. … After picking up his car, Ray drove straight to the warehouse and continued stockpiling supplies. Until the last of his money was gone, he would keep buying. There were only eleven days left, and he needed to spend 20 million dollars. That was easy. By the end of the day, he had finished another massive buying spree. The balance in his bank account became 23 million. That was it. That was his total worth.

I had never needed access to money. “I will show you how to use it when you buy something.” “I don’t need his money.” Raven lets out a snort. “You should enjoy it, it’s not like he is short on cash.” For a brief moment, I wondered how he made his money. It wasn’t like he went to a workplace. “Taxes.” Klaus mutters as he opens up a book to read. “Taxes?” “From contracts.” He confirms. “Plus Dane owns a few of the businesses in the city.” Raven adds. “He has deep pockets.”

No sooner do I speak than I reach for some writing materials. “Cash and savings account, Andrei Carter. Hand it over, everything. Don’t bother trying to squirrel away a rainy day fund in some hidden bank account in the Bahamas, ’cause I’ll sniff that out faster than a bloodhound on a hot trail. You wanna save your ass, you better play ball. Give me everything.”

“I hope everything is for the best.” “Yeah, sure. Everything is alright." The car slowed to a stop at an empty bridge overlooking the city. Bryan turned to me. “So what now?” “I'm going home, going back.” Bryan nodded, taking a drag from the cigarette he just lit. “I hope you find what you’re looking for.” I wasn’t sure if I would. But for the first time in years, I was willing to try. “Here's a check of $3million. For your service and loyalty."

We were generals plotting a siege. "Vance keeps a secondary ledger," Richard said, his mind working fast. "He keeps it in a safe at his home office. If he's cooking the books to hide these payments, the proof will be there." "We can't get a warrant for his home without probable cause," I pointed out. "And we can't use this file yet because it implicates you." "I'll get it," Richard said. "What?" "I'm his partner," Richard said grimly. "I have a key. We have a standing dinner meeting tonight at his place. I'll go early. I'll get the ledger."

"Tell Marcus to pull the car around. Now. And tell Maria... tell her the first phase is complete. The Rossi treasury is empty." "Already on it, V," Jax said, his voice sounding like he was on top of the world. "We just made fifty-five million dollars in twenty minutes. Silas is going to lose his mind when he sees the ledger." "Silas isn't here," I reminded him, my voice hardening. I walked out the front doors, the cool night air hitting my face like a blessing. "This was our win. My win." I climbed into the back of the Maybach, the engine purring to life. As we pulled away from the manor, I looked back at the glowing windows of the study.

Waiting for the end. Whirrrr. A soft, mechanical hum filled the silence. The screen flickered. The red error message vanished. SCANNING... FINGERPRINT MATCHED. IDENTITY CONFIRMED: ELARA VANCE. The screen flashed a brilliant, beautiful green. ACCESS GRANTED. The vault opened. I gasped, stumbling back into the chair as the monitor flooded with data. Rows and rows of numbers cascaded down the screen—bank accounts in Zurich, property deeds in Tokyo, gold reserves in London, and massive, liquid cash holding accounts.

I noticed that my Stamina and Endurance were already at peak human levels and that I could further increase them using attribute points rewarded in the future. I noticed the SUDIX Store icon in the top right corner of the screen and clicked on it. I was shocked to discover that all of my assets, amounting to around $100,000—including insurance money and my parents' legacy—were available, and I could directly purchase store items using that money.