Truck Load Of Money นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The load was so heavy that she had one strap hooked around her neck while her other hand struggled to hold the rest. "You must be joking," Tony said, pointing at the bags. "Tell me you are not doing this again." Tonia gave a small smirk. "I got a free card. Why should I not use it?" "What are you talking about? Free what? Did you buy all this with money? I mean..." "Of course. Should I buy them with sand?" she shot back. "Stop it. Where did you get that kind of money? You are not even working." "Did I say it is my money?" she replied smoothly.

She doubts that even though money is truly attractive, she doesn't want to be greedy again and risk losing what she has. "Mom, you know that company. It is a big name nowadays everywhere." He claimed, making her stunned with curiosity, "Which one are you talking about, son?" "The Harload Company." He revealed it. "What?" Her eyes widened, "That multimillion-dollar company?" "Yes, now, you understand how they offered me fifty million because they already have enough to give that much easily." He expressed with an arrogant smile. "Oh dear! I am so proud of you. Your Dad would be so happy to learn this." She lets go of her doubt and hugs him instantly.

The side of it carried the markings of a medical supply company, the kind that came through often enough to avoid suspicion. The guard stepped forward, raising his hand. “Stop there.” The truck obeyed. He approached cautiously, his flashlight cutting across the driver’s face. “Didn’t get notice of any delivery tonight,” he said. The driver didn’t argue, he just reached into his pocket and pulled something out, holding it low enough that only the guard could see. Money!!! A lot of it. The guard hesitated, loyalty fought with reality then reality won. He stepped back. “Make it quick,” he muttered.

The driver was slumped over the steering wheel. I checked the glovebox. It was ripped open, but the thick stack of emergency bribe cash was still sitting right there untouched. "They didn't take the money," I muttered, stepping back down to the asphalt. "They didn't care about the cash," Ronan agreed, tossing the wrapper of his protein bar into the ditch. "They only wanted the cargo. The back of the truck is completely empty. Two million dollars' worth of untraceable weapons, gone in less than five minutes."

"Good. Then I'll just say it to you directly. "Some of my girlfriends are going to Ford Coast tomorrow. I need you to transfer me a hundred thousand dollars for the trip." "Mom, you just took fifty thousand last month for those wellness supplements." I did my best to stay patient. "All my money is tied up in company projects right now. I can't pull a hundred thousand together on short notice." She slammed her palm on the coffee table. "Can't pull the amount together? Don't act poor with me! "You think I don't know how much that company of yours makes in a year?

Madison exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face as if he could wipe away the reality of what I had just told him. "If this is about money," he said, finally, his voice was quieter now, steadier. "I can arrange something." I looked at him, not with hope, not with relief either, but with the kind of tired honesty that only comes when hope has already died. "Ten million dollars," I said, and the number sounded even heavier the second time. I held his gaze, forcing him to understand the weight of it. "Can you arrange that?" Silence answered me. Not because he didn’t want to, but because we both knew the truth, some numbers were too big for miracles.

I love the smell of money. I ran my nose over the stack of crisp bills and felt a whole lot better than I had when the mysterious man came to pick up the car. “Mom, who was that? Where did you get that?” Shit, I forgot she was here. Victoria walked into the room and stood over the bed where I’d emptied the money bag with thirty neatly bound stacks of ten thousand brand spanking new hundred-dollar bills each. I hurried to put it away while struggling to come up with an explanation. “Never mind that how about we go shopping? That will make you feel better, wouldn’t it?” When I saw the light in her eyes, I knew she’d forgotten all about her question.

“I mean it. I don’t have that kind of money lying around somewhere. All of my money is tied up in investments.” “I don’t care! Find a way to get it. If this was a hostage situation, wouldn’t you get the money and pay for your freedom?” “You’ve been watching too many movies. There’s nohow I’d pull out that amount of money from my accounts without raising eyebrows. This transaction is meant to be a secret, right?” “Fine. How much can you get your hands on right now?” “Five million.” “Bullshit! Your family’s secrets are worth more than that.”

I say. "My creation. Various purposes over the years, but mainly a vehicle. Money flows in through Laurent's contracts, gets cleaned, flows out." She tilts her head slightly. "Billions, over the years. You'd be amazed how simple it is when the right signatures are in place." "Why?" The word comes out before I can shape it into anything sharper.

Whoever, whatever and wherever she was, her days were already numbered. My phone vibrated on the table. I grabbed it, looking at the screen. It was my cousin, Savage. “Hey,” I greeted, smiling. “Almost done?” He asked. “Not even close. That bitch has more money than we expected. Now imagine what would happen if we got a connection to that Grandma's total White family revenue account.” I said, raising both my eyebrows in amusement. “That would be crazy. We're getting close. How much is it?” “Forty six billion.”