Stealing Spree の小説・ストーリー

"You asked for the devil's help, remember? It's a little late for moral qualms about my surveillance experience." I want to tell him I only asked because I had no one else to turn to, because Rowan would think I’m insane, and because Sebastian is the only person I know who operates in the grey areas of life. Who understands that sometimes you have to bend the rules to get to the truth. Who won't judge me for doing something that feels dangerously close to stalking. But the words die in my throat. Because Jane’s car is slowing down. And I see the Grandview Hotel rise ahead of us.

I burst out laughing and was glad that I had just swallowed the food in my mouth or it would have looked pretty ridiculous! “Why would I tell you anything?” I hissed. I had enough of this ridiculous game. That was why I didn’t specialize in intelligence! I didn’t have the patience for it! “You kidnapped me. Admitted that you have been stealing information from my home, and what? All so you could do what? Kill my family?! My people!” I was up on my feet by now, screaming at the top of my lungs. My eyes darted back and forth to look for any possible exits. He might be strong, but I knew I could be faster if I just knew which way to go!

“You incompetent fool! I gave you everything timing, photos, location! How the hell did a simple hit-and-run turn into a circus? They’re investigating? Then make sure they find nothing! Erase every trace. Or else I will kill you both you and your useless driver!” Reaper’s tone didn’t change, but there was a slight edge now. “Threats won’t make this cleaner. The car was stolen, plates swapped, cameras offline. I did my part. But the Brights have resources. They’re digging deep. If you want this buried, it’s going to cost more. And the next attempt needs better planning. They’re expecting trouble now.”

That door is my only way to get out of here before anyone sees me, catches me red-handed retrieving, or as how everyone else will see it, stealing my pink wallet back. Stealing from the CFO’s office, an unforgivable situation. Stealing a wallet with the driving license of my true identity in it from the CFO's office, an unfavorable, undeniable, and indefensible situation. Moreover, I have just restarted my Jamie Lee Peyton Seducing Plan, I can see how much potential and how high the success rate Henry Nosrevi has in this plan, I can’t risk it! If anyone finds the three of us being the same person, my dream of retaking Minerva will be over in an instance!

"Can you come up with something more... legal?" "They're doing an illegal trade. It's not like they'd report us to the police if it gets stolen," Stella scoffed. "Robbing people of stolen money is still robbery," Keegan countered. Stella did not bother to argue further and said, "Fine. I'll do it myself!" However, Keegan could not let her embark on such a dangerous journey alone. Thus, he used his connections to uncover the location of Walter and Hylda's transaction. He called in a few specially trained security personnel from the company's security team to aid them in their mission.

“We didn’t have any conflicts. In fact, I helped her with most of the things she has today. I’m not bragging, but I made Veronica who she is now. And this is how she repays me? By teaming up with Simeon Grant to steal my family’s legacy?” I paused for effect, letting the weight of my words sink in. “Miss Stacy has done this before, you know. This isn’t her first time stealing from someone wealthy. What makes my case different is the scale, she’s never stolen something this big before. And Simeon Grant? He’s the mastermind. She steals, and he benefits. It’s a pattern, and now the people of New York are seeing it for what it is.” The interviewer leaned back in her chair, clearly intrigued. “So

she slapped my hand away, then stomped inside her room. I turned my phone on and was greeted by several texts from Simon. 'I am sorry to bother you, Sebastian, but I have bad news. Crestwood Hotels and co. stole Steve Rogers from us. I think the corporate rat is behind this. call me later so we can discuss the details.' Simon said. I groaned and typed a quick reply to Simon. This was no good. The spy was ruining the company's chance to progress further. We have to catch him sooner than later.

"Gwyneth isn't coming back. And neither are you." Leanna went quiet for a while. Then, she said, "You're right. I'm not coming back either. Let's break up." Graham didn't ask her to stay. He knew that he didn't have the right. … Half a year later, Rowland Group was hit with a massive financial problem, and Graham was held accountable. The company went bankrupt, his properties were seized, and all of his assets were frozen. Once, he had been the CEO of the company with a bright future ahead of him, but now, he lost everything overnight.

"Yeah, it's the holidays. Nobody wants to get dragged into a murder case." Jonathan clearly had no intention of letting things end there. He pulled out his phone and tapped into an e-commerce app. "I found his account. Just like I said, he's been stealing women's underwear and selling it online. It's disgusting." He deliberately angled the screen toward a few of the women nearby, and they were instantly outraged. "Wait, that's the lingerie I lost a few days ago!" Her husband immediately stepped forward and slammed his fist into my face. "You've got some nerve stealing my wife's underwear. I'll kill you!"

Bianca held James' hand, hoping to comfort him. James shot a pained look at Bianca before pulling her into his arms. Meanwhile, I pulled out my phone and checked my bank account. It was completely empty. As expected, Bianca had used the tenfold transfer system to steal the seven million dollars that I had gotten from selling the house. I had planned to use the money to pay for Mom's medical bills. "How did you manage to earn seven billion dollars from your business, Bianca? Can you teach us your secrets?" "I second her suggestion! We don't want to study hard anymore, Bianca. Let us join your business!"