Novel & Cerita Riddle Transfer 2

Then, a second later, finance chimed in again. "Ms. Smith, the transfer is complete." Right after, my phone buzzed with a new message. I checked it–it was a transfer receipt from finance. The receipt left no room for doubt. Finance had just moved 2.5 million from the trust. I zoomed in on the receipt, the bold '250' marked in millions glaring like a slap in the face to the three smug faces across from me. Their faces drained of color, and I could not help but smile.

I sat between my children and I thought about what Idris had said in the hall. The transfer did not fail because it stopped. It failed because it split. Half to Elena. Half to the twins. Four-year-olds with a partial Lunara transfer sitting in their wolves, in bloodlines that already carried Apex potential, in children who could detect lies by smell and had packed themselves without being told and had sat quietly in a foreign room for an hour without breaking because they had decided that was what the situation required. I had thought the transfer being incomplete was the problem. I was beginning to understand it might not be a problem at all.

"And she asked me not to say anything to Dante or her mom." Risa was quiet for a moment, her eyes moving across the garden to where Dove now stood near Khole, watching Thessa and Oliver navigate a dinosaur obstacle course. "You've transferred fifteen million to an untraceable account," she repeated. "Over six days. Yes." She made a sound that wasn't quite a word.

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.

[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.

“That’s very stupidly brave of you.” The red mark burned brighter. He screamed again. Riven suddenly moved. He grabbed Kai’s shirt and ripped it open. Everyone froze. The glowing symbol had spread across Kai’s chest. But there was writing hidden inside it. Mira stepped closer. Her eyes widened. “…that’s it.” “What?” Noah shouted. “Read it!” Riven stared at the burning mark. Then his face darkened. “It says transfer.” Everyone froze. Lena blinked. “What?” Mira spoke quickly.

Rava faced the bat and said confidently "The answer to your riddle is Thunder" The bat scowl at her. "I can assure you that even if you passed those 2, the remaining one you will fail". "We shall soon see about that Bat, tell us the third and last one". Rala said. "Now the last one. A dagger thrust at my own heart, Dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, To the twisting of the blade. What am I?" "The answer to that is A Lock". Rava said anxiously.

he said. Adrian didn’t laugh. His gaze locked onto hers. Sharp. Searching. “Who did you transfer it to?” he asked. Her heart pounded. “I don’t know.” The truth hit harder than anything else. “You just—what?” the man said. “Gave it away blindly?” “No,” she said, shaking her head. “There was another option.” Both men stilled. “What option?” Adrian asked. Her voice dropped. “Secondary user.” Silence. Then— Adrian’s expression went dark.