The Millionaire Detective Balance: Unlimited นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Quietly. A small theft, but maybe the most important one of my life. I unfold the sheet now, tracing the columns with my finger. Some names I know; some I don’t. Then my gaze lands on one figure, one number so high it almost looks misprinted. $18.7 million. Whoever owes that much isn’t just in trouble; they’re practically begging for an exit. And maybe I can offer one. So I could get Mikhail's weak point in return. If only I could find them.

I slam my index finger down on the ENTER key and the right side of my screen explodes. Lines of code blur past. The script hits the Cayman servers, shoving the flatline data right into the biometric lock. ACCESS GRANTED. "I’m in," I say, my fingers flying across the keys. "I have the primary accounts. Linking the holding companies now." A master ledger pops open on my screen. It’s just numbers. Black text on a white background. Current Balance: €412,500,000. "Jesus," Chana breathes. I trigger the drain protocol.

" Threw my phone away. Dropped it to the floor with a thud. A loud one, I thought it shattered. But it didn't. That text remained there. "Available balance... $1,003,126.40. Credit Alert... $1,000,000.00." 1 million. 1 million. I had- I just received- there's one million bucks in my account!! 1 million. "Oh my God." I shook, slide down to the floor. "Oh my God...who would...wh...who did this??" Who?? My phone buzzed again just then. A text.

an unfamiliar voice asked, their voice formal and authoritative. "Yes? Sure." "I'm calling to inform you that you’re entitled to five-hundred-million-dollar. A sudden return from a long term investment from Mr Lawn who made you the sole beneficiary of the money.” What? My breath caught in my throat. "What...what are you talking about?" "We’ll provide details for getting your money. Please come to... " Beep! The line went dead. I pulled the phone away. My battery was dead. No....not now! My mind raced. Five hundred million? Was this a mistake... but what if it’s not?

"You’re bluffing, Mr. König. Natty found the master file. My father’s private ledger was exhaustive." ​"Your father’s ledger was a diary of a man losing his grip," Maximilian countered, his accent slicing through the room like a scalpel. He leaned over my desk, his silver hair catching the dull light of the Chicago sky. "Richard Smith kept track of what he spent. My compliance team keeps track of where it landed. The offshore account that funded your 'escape' in 2023? It wasn't in your father's name, Sara. It was a shell company registered to a boutique firm in Zurich. A firm owned by Arthur Sterling’s wife."

I feel so helpless right now. "What if I told you I heard about a job opportunity as a house cleaner, and the pay is catchy, and it could cover up for your sister's surgery f*e, you know? Besides, I heard he is a Billionaire, and who knows? You might even meet someone important.” as she leaned closer. Isabella's hope sparked. “A billionaire? That sounds too good to be true." Mia hesitated. "Well, I heard he expects perfection, and his staff works long hours. But if you're willing to take the challenge, I can set up an interview."

, he added. I pressed my fist to my face, reeling with agitation. "Did he say how much? ", I asked. " About $200 million, sir", he replied. My brain spun like a buzz-saw, " What?. How long will it take for the criminal to be identified?", I yelled. "We're working on that, sir". "Do your best, and it fast", I said ending the call. I ran a hand through my hair as I moved to my desk and turned on my computer. My skin crawled and I wondered who this criminal might be, or rather who they might be working with to steal from me.

"And what makes you think I won't destroy you too?" "Because," I traced the rim of my wine glass, "you're intrigued. I'm a puzzle you can't solve. And men like you can't resist puzzles." His low chuckle sent shivers down my spine. "You're playing a dangerous game, Clara." "Life's more fun that way, don't you think?" The waiter approached with our main course, but Nathan waved him away. "Tell me about the offshore accounts first." "Which ones?" I took a deliberate sip of wine. "The ones in the Cayman Islands or the secret Swiss accounts?"

"Or the next one is your thumb!" I looked at the screen through a blur of tears and blood. I thought about refusing. I thought about letting them kill me. But a tiny, hateful spark flared to life in my chest. If I die, they win. If I die, Mark gets everything and lives happily ever after. I have to live. With trembling, broken fingers, I tapped in the passcode. 7-2-9-4. The app opened. The balance flashed on the screen: $84,000,000.

“The Combs name is old money, Sharon. My grandfather built the foundation, my father expanded it, and I run the business now. Technology is only one part of it.” I frowned. “Only one part?” “There are hotels, media investments, real estate, and a few other things,” he said. I stared at him. I had known he was rich, but hearing it plainly made the truth heavier. James had always acted powerful, but now I understood the difference. James controlled the world around him, while Xavier belonged to a world much larger than that. Maybe Xavier saw the change in my face, because he said, “You do not need to look so worried.”