Novel & Cerita Truck Load Of Money

"I am taking it to my farm. I have a private storage shed. Can you load them into the back of my truck or not?" The man looked at the money and grinned. "Sure thing, boss. Pull the truck around to bay four. We will get you fixed up in five minutes." When the truck was full it was midnight. The back of the truck was packed with food, medicine and fuel. It was worth a lot of money. If anyone saw this they would think I was crazy. I drove the truck to an alleyway, turned off the lights and climbed into the back. The only light came from my phone.

I want her in my house, in my bed. The meeting with the two investors goes very well, but the evening is ruined because of an idiot who acted on his own, managing to lose a truck full of weapons. Even though I'm eager to be with Elenor, I have to deal with him tonight. I hate it when my business is disrupted because of idiots. The lost shipment cost me $90 million, but if I've lost the money, I might as well have some fun. I hear the screams of the idiot from the tunnel, and with them, a huge sense of satisfaction settles in his soul.

I asked her, now feeling nervous. Mom swallowed hard. She took my hand, her hands were clammy. Mom explained everything to me. For a few months now, Dad has been dealing with a problem because of a transaction worth 100 million pesos! The trucks Dad hired from a third-party trucking company they’ve been using for years were hijacked. The expensive goods that were supposed to be transported and sent to Dad's clients were stolen. The lost goods are worth 100 million, and now, Dad is being chased after because he is the one who contracted with the client. Dad’s team refuses to admit it was a hijacking, insisting that it was the fault of the trucking company. Dad has been thinking about this pro

"This is too much. How can you afford this?" I squeezed his hand. "Dad, for years you’ve worked to keep a roof over my head while being told you weren't doing enough. It’s my turn. The board at Greyhound Holdings takes care of its own, and I’ve had some... very successful investments." Behind us, I could hear the sharp, rhythmic clicking of heels on the pavement. Claudia and Emilia stepped out of their car, their faces a mask of poorly hidden greed and sheer shock. They had spent the entire morning complaining about the "small" size of the moving truck.

In less than ten minutes, the money game hit its top mark of $300 million. "W-we can't. We can't! We don't have that amount, Leonardo! Do something, Leonardo!" It was Zeldana's voice that speared through the speaker. The amount was getting outrageous, and they wouldn't be able to afford it anymore even if they sold all their businesses. However, another merciless buzz sounded, followed by Leonardo's terrified scream from the speaker. Greg's chair fell on the floor too, with a huge thud. The guy completely fainted after seeing the amount.

A delivery truck, its lights out, overturned on the side of the road, its features swallowed by the darkness—like a rusty carcass abandoned by the desert. The merchant inspected it from a distance and said dryly, "Only fifty thousand. Not a penny more." The driver gave me the money faintly, with a knowing smile. The merchant pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and handed it over without another word. The driver sat back inside the truck, counted the bills one by one, and muttered under his breath with a sly smile, "One hundred and fifty thousand..." He got out of the truck, stuffed the money into his jacket, and closed the door behind him. The merchant started the engine and drove into the

I asked. "2.3 million dollars.". I felt my strength drain and I was about to sit back down when I remembered Tyler was a billionaire and Landon too but of course, the charges will be on Landon. “Let's leave. I'll get the money in no time. You should return home, I'll come home as soon as I can. I need to go get the money first,”. “I'll come with you wherever you're going. I almost had a heart attack today,”.

he says as he pulls up some elaborate spreadsheet. Then he leans forward, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Do you see this number right here?” he asks. “Yes.” “That’s how much money this pack is worth, Kennedy. Your $30,000 x-ray machine won’t even make a dent in this.” I stare at the number on the screen. “That’s a lot of zeros.” I feel him chuckle behind me. “Yes, it is.” “Wait. THAT’S why Jasper is after our pack?” “This pack is extremely wealthy, Kennedy. We are, by far, the wealthiest pack in the region, possibly the country. We could live off the interest that this money makes every month and never even touch the principal, and most months I have extra to reinvest.”

“I didn’t realize it was doing so well. Maybe we can add to it once I get my inheritance. I’ve been researching a new breed of horseflesh…” “It’s holding its own and we can do whatever you want with it, but I was referring to that money I was trying to tell you about,” he said as he pulled her close. Her soft hair caressed his solid chest as she snuggled close. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I’m worth three-million dollars, baby.”

I covered up my surprise with a cough hard enough to startle Rachel. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Yes, I—uh—have a tickle in my throat.” She insisted on getting me a bottle of water and as much as I wanted to say it was no big deal, I didn’t want them to question why I balked in the first place. Michael’s nonchalance in transferring over that much money in one transaction was unbelievable. I knew he had a lot of money but I’d never seen or heard about anyone footing the bill for such a big event.