Riddle Transfer 2 Novels & Stories

Just then, his inner voice slipped clearly into my ears again, letting me understand the rules of that bizarre system. [This stupid rule is such a pain. Why can't it trigger the moment he accepts something from me?] [And after he drinks it, it still takes two hours for his money to transfer into my account. So slow.] [At least the system can automatically rewrite bank records and leave no trace. That's not bad.] I glanced down at the bottle in my hand, a cold glint passing through my eyes. You want to swallow my life-saving money? Then I'll let you taste the price of greed.

"Okay." Joseph pulled his phone back out, opened his banking app, and looked at her expectantly. "Your account number?" Rachel fumbled for her phone, found her banking details, and read them out slowly. Joseph typed, his fingers moving quickly across the screen. Then he hit confirm. "Done," he said. Rachel's phone buzzed a few seconds later. She looked down at the notification, and her heart stopped. TRANSFER RECEIVED: €50,000.00 Her hands started shaking.

'Please transfer 1,111 to send an umbrella, please transfer 2,222 to send an umbrella and a small camp chair, please transfer 3,333 to send an umbrella, a small camp chair and some clothes, please transfer 4,444 to send an umbrella, a small camp chair, some clothes, and hot water, please transfer 8,888 to send words of concern to her, please transfer 18,888 to send her to the hospital or please transfer 88,888 to beg for mercy on her behalf. Their fees are rather pricey! After pondering her options, Hilda transferred 18,888. She isn't in an optimum condition. It's imperative to send her to the hospital right now. Since Winnifred is kneeling there, I suppose it's not something too troublesome

I was tired already, and the smile was weighing me down. All I wanted to do was get to the bottom of what was wrong with my loan. “Good morning Mr Scarlet.” I shook his hand, and he sat down, tapping impatiently on the table. “Yes, Mr Ravenford, if I'm not mistaken. I'm surprised to say the least, to see you here. Is there a problem?” “Yes, Mr Scarlet, there's definitely a problem. I went to the bank, and I was informed that the loan that was transferred to my bank isn't in my account yet. Could it be a transfer issue?”

“It was transferred.” On the other side of the phone, Jasper looked at the time nervously. ‘Two minutes have passed. Three minutes remaining.’ “Tell them that we are still transferring the money. Do not agitate them. Try to chat with them to lower their guard and stall for more time.” Summer’s fingers were trembling. Her stomach hurt so much that her vision turned dark. “The third batch has been transferred. Can you confirm if you have received it?” “Stop talking nonsense! Keep transferring the money.” Someone kicked the door again, and the bookshelf nearly toppled over. Natalie and Summer were shocked and immediately pushed back the bookshelf.

𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀 Alera walks closer to me. My eyes don't leave hers as she makes her way here. "Those are transaction ledgers linked to Rina." For a long time, neither of us speaks. Alera’s laptop sits between us, the glow of the screen painting her face in faint blue light. I scroll slowly, reading, then reading again, trying to make sense of what I’m seeing. Multiple wire transfers.

[Lend me eight million. "Rachel!" Serena tried to snatch the phone back, but it was too late. A response came almost immediately. [Your account number.] Rachel’s brows lifted in amusement. She copied and pasted Serena’s details, and within ten minutes, the money was transferred. Rachel handed the phone back with a teasing smile. "That was fast. What exactly are you hesitating about?" Serena stared at the transaction, her lips pressing into a thin line. Before she could answer, another message came in.

But one file leads to a transaction receipt. A transfer. Large. Silent. From Ridgepoint Holdings to an account in the Caymans. Labeled only with a string of numbers and an abbreviation: A.R. A.R. I stare at it. Alina Rivers. No. I scroll back up, reread. It could mean anything. A random coincidence. Maybe it’s Alan Richards or Ava Romero or Andrew Reynolds. I’m grasping. Still… I open the Ashen withdrawal document again. Slowly this time. I zoom in.

I said. He smiled faintly. “I was going to say the same to you.” The warmth of his tone cut through the tension. I sank beside him, watching lines of code scroll endlessly across the screen. “What are we looking at?” “The transfer trail. I think I found the link between Adrian’s new company and the leak from ours. But it’s encrypted.” “How strong?” “Strong enough to make me want another drink,” he muttered. I almost laughed, almost. The sound felt foreign after the week we’d had.

I read the next riddle which was given by Katarina, and just like my family, they were forbidden to give me any hints. "Middle of April and March?" I thought out loud and I was aware how they were patiently waiting for my answer. "Uhm, 15? No, no. That doesn't make sense. March, April... ah, 'r'! They both have the letter 'r' in the middle!" The twins' brothers clapped at me while the couple congratulated me and Henry gave me the envelope containing the clue and the last location.