Truck Load Of Money の小説・ストーリー

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.

Knowing about my live streams is enough, but finding out who motivated me to start them is where I draw the line. “That knowledge is privy to me, Hunter.” “Is it?” “Could you stop this shit already? Look, I'm here to give you your money, not to talk shit about my personal life.” He chuckles, enjoying the way he's riling me up. “Okay, but you know I've got guesses. Wild guesses.” Ignoring him, I pull up the briefcase and unlock it. “That's a hundred grand. It's the most I could manage…” “You're kidding, right?” He sparks, turning from taunting me to full-blown rage. “You destroyed a shipment worth two million, and you're giving me this peanut? What do I think I am? A fool?”

GINGER “These plowing fees are outrageous!” Tyce’s mom complained. “Mom, I told you, Trav did the math and it’s cheaper to keep the roads to the Spruce Winter Pack plowed than to fly back and forth all the time,” Tyce responded with an annoyed inflection to his voice. “So why aren’t they helping pay for it?” “Because they’re in debt to their asses.” “And whose fault is that? They’re the ones that embezzled two hundred million dollars.”

"What was that? 150 million?" "Uh-huh." "I've already given you 80 million!" Ian was left heaving, and it felt like his chest was burning from sheer frustration. "And you're asking for 150 million dollars not a few days later? What am I, a money-printing machine?!" Nothing was going his way at all! "Development like this has always been a money burner—" "This isn't even a money burner! You're basically using dollar bills like toilet paper!"

“That’s where he feels safest.” Antonio exhales. “Erden, listen to me. There’s nearly a million dollars’ worth of guns in this truck.” I turn to him slowly. “Say that again.” “There’s…” “I heard you,” I break in. “I’m asking why you think I care.” He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Because if this truck goes up in flames, I'm gonna lose all of it!” “If my father gets away,” I interrupt, my voice dropping dangerously low, “none of that money will matter. None of it.”

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?

“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.

"Go and get the company's machine from my office." ​As the lady hurried away, the showroom fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. Henry leaned towards her and whispered, his voice trembling so much it was barely audible. "What if the card is running out of money?" ​"That's not possible. He has enough money in the card. Their machine must be faulty." She replied. "It’s a billionaire's card, Henry. It doesn't just 'run out' of money like a student's debit card. He once told me he funded the card with over a hundred million dollars. And I haven't spent up to a million since then."