Treasure Vault Near Henrietta's Hideaway 소설 & 이야기

Barrett called for the shopkeeper of The Grand Vault to come over, asking him to bring the staff along to appraise and price everything. As they cleared out one box after another, Barrett was surprised to find that Rebecca had hidden away gold ingots, as well as a large collection of valuable jewelry.

he then stood up from his stool and then rolled his neck before turning to look at her and said, “ Shall we go?” “… I told you that I am here for something,” she told him discreetly that she wanted to sneak into the back room of the bar. But as soon as Levy turned her head around, she heard the man chuckle from behind like a demon as he said in a soft voice, “ I think you did not understand what I was saying, little cat,” Logan leaned down such that he was inches away from her cheek causing his warm breath to fall on the shell of her ear. “ When someone hides a treasure they don’t hide it where anyone can steal it, they hide it somewhere safe and I am going to take you to that safe place.”

They did not think it was possible for Wilbur to be so wealthy. However, the screenshot had proven them wrong, so Aite said, "Mister Penn, I apologize for my brashness with you just now. We do actually have detailed information on the treasure, including a map to get to it as well. That might sound ridiculous to you, but it's the truth. That treasure was actually left behind by a previous civilization. There's an entrance deep in the Vicente Primeval Forest that leads to an underground castle that the people from that previous civilization built to draw water from the great lake."

“We get it. You deserve a medal, and a week at a spa.” “Damn right I do.” She crossed her arms dramatically. “Now, listen up. Before he knocked out, he kept mumbling something about a vault. There’s something in there he doesn’t want anyone to find. But I know where it is.” I straightened. Darren did too. “Where?” I asked. She grinned like the cat who’d just caught the mouse. “The warehouse at Harlem. Behind that creepy-ass painting of the Virgin Mary holding a knife. Dead center wall. Vault’s behind it. Big, old, steel thing, needs a code or a key.”

Even Adrian got involved. Reasonable. Accidentally. God. Then Elena joined. Fair. Then Peanut. Reasonable honestly. Although Peanut mostly stole clues. God. A valuable contribution. Fair. Very valuable. Reasonable. Then finally— God. After nearly two hours— Fair. They found the treasure. Reasonable honestly. A small wooden box. God. Hidden beneath a bench overlooking the ocean. Fair. The final reward. Reasonable. Then Lily opened it. God. Slowly. Fair. Carefully.

It was making her uncomfortable! Georgia was trying to make her way out of here, in the veranda with him. She was thinking of excuses, until something rose in her head that widened her eyes in realization. Shit! The treasure! It was still in the storage room! She must get rid of it already before Renz comes back. Jennifer had already brought her some time!

Braint said, "We don't need anyone to take care of us, and we can help find Daddy!" "I can do it too!" "I don't need anyone to take care of me!" "There are so many things that the search and rescue team failed to accomplish, yet you little brats are capable of doing it?" Hamza did not believe it. He consoled, "I know that you are all very worried. Be good, I will send more people to help Sawyer." "Grandpa!" Seeing that he refused to agree, Braint simply used his trump card. "The third guest bedroom on the third floor of the west courtyard on the left. There is a secret crack on the third floor of the wardrobe on the left, where your private money is hidden. It is one of the secret bases you

“Where is it, Jenn? Where did your father hide the heirloom?” My mouth opened. And words began pouring out – my voice, but not my will. I fought to close my mouth, to swallow the words back. But my body and tongue were out of my control. The truth serum squeezed every last bit out of me, laying it plain for the mad Alpha to see. “The old cabin. In the mountains. Beneath the hearthstone. There’s a compartment – ” I choked, fought, lost. “ – lined with silver. It’s been there since the night they died.”

his voice was just a notch higher than a whisper, urgent and commanding. Elizabeth just nodded her head and ran to the door that led to the basement. Lights were on automatically showing her way down the stairs. She made her way downstairs, away from the door where she saw three other doors, ‘Where Henry probably kept his treasure,’ and if there wasn’t Henry upstairs doing God knows what scared her to no end, she would let curiosity lead her. But now, she was just waiting to hear his voice to call her and tell her that everything is fine.

I just knew I had to disappear. Now, standing in the sari sari store, the memory of that night was a fresh wound. My hand instinctively went to my stomach, a small bump barely visible beneath my loose dress. My secret. My precious secret. He couldn’t know. Not truly. He couldn’t have it. “Daisy, you’re pale. You sick?” Grandma’s hand, warm and calloused, touched my forehead. I flinched, a jolt of panic. “No, Grandma. Just… just a bit dizzy.”