The Millionaire Detective Balance: Unlimited Novels & Stories

98 billion dollars' I read slowly and my fingers trembled as I did, "Name, Sofia Dante...Age, 21...Status, The Di Marco Queen...Syndicate Resources, Full Control...Personal Balance, 502.98 billion dollars ..." What the fvck! The personal balance was still counting and right now, I didn't know what to think anymore. "This information has been distributed globally to the continental without your picture and personal balance. You are officially back, Sofia, Congratulations!" Gloria announced but my full attention was on the still counting personal balance. No, this is fictional.

Every card came with its own exclusive VVIP channel with a 24-hour hotline service. He dialed the hotline. “Please help me check how much money is in my account, quick!” “Alright, please hold on, Mr. Larson.” A sweet voice answered on the other end. After a while, the voice replied, “Hello, Mr. Larson. The balance in your account is exceedingly high. It’s beyond the limits of my authority to check for you. You may head to our bank for inquiry and I will welcome you personally. If you’re tired, we have a huge bed here for you to rest as well…”

And interesting. The Pattern “Show me the financials,” she said. I pulled up another set of data. Offshore accounts. Untraceable transfers. Carefully layered transactions. Her eyes narrowed slightly. “There,” she said. Blake frowned. “Where?” “That account,” she pointed. “It repeats.” I zoomed in. She was right. Same account. Different dates. Different amounts. Always clean. Always precise. “Who owns it?” Blake asked. I ran the trace. Paused. Then smiled faintly.

The numbers were tumbling like a waterfall of red ink. "Pim? What’s happening?" Chalida asked, feeling Pim’s hand tremble. "Your face... you’re turning white." "He's... he's draining it," Pim whispered. "He's counter-hacking the account." [Current Balance: 4,812,002.50 THB... 4,200,000.00 THB... 3,500,000.00 THB...] Somsak took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Pim. "You thought you were the only one with a gift, didn't you? You thought the world was a playground because you found a loophole in the bank’s mainframe."

" 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."

I'm slowly beginning to believe this. A small black note catches my eyes and I picked it up, staring at the swirling and jumbled handwritten note. I turned to Adrian giving it to him. "Have you seen this?", I asked. He's silent for a while before he chuckled returning the letter back to me. "Looks like your father is in a lot more debts than he can handle", He said in disbelief. "Once the news about your fake marriage to Evelyn Carter gets out, your reputation will be ruined. Don't wait till that happens. Wire $1.8 billion to the Ethereum wallet below so no one hears about it", I read the note as gently as I could.

"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?"