At half past six in the morning, the Millen household was still wrapped in silence.Mary, who was getting on in years and slept lightly, had risen early and was now sipping tea in the living room.The butler came over and said, "Madam, Levi has arrived."These days, just the mention of Levi's name w
Ximena hung her head, suddenly finding her plate fascinating. Yosef and Chris locked eyes with her, their expressions turning serious. "A fight?" "Seems like someone's getting a little too brave for her boots!" Helma shot her aunt an admiring glance. Just as they were wrapping up breakfast, the
Time passed, and lunch was laid out on the table. The family ate together, a picture of peace and contentment. It was not until after the meal that Yosef finally made his way to the smaller building.Mary could not hide her irritation, "We shouldn't have agreed to meet him. Who knows what the Linton
Levi was on the phone to the bank president in a flash. Thirty billion was not chump change; the Millen family had juggled funds through a bunch of banks to pull this together.Yosef figured it would take ages for Levi to move that kind of money, but out of the blue, the Millen Group's finance depar
Yosef was fuming, and the looks on everyone's faces told him he was missing a piece of the puzzle.He turned to Mira with a forced smile. "Honey, just give it to me straight. You're not all teaming up to pull one over on me, the man of the house, are you?"Yosef took a seat, and Mira started to lay
Helma giggled, "Uncle's got a point. We never claimed there was a gold mine here. He's the one scared of ghosts coming after him. What's his excuse for messing with us? We're already being nice by not taking him to court."Mary's smile grew as she listened. This time, it was a smile of pure relief.
Something unspoken hung in the air between them.Helma realized that she and Cole were a surprisingly good team, not just with the Westwood corporate gig but even when it came to pulling off a con. They were in sync.She pulled out her phone. "Got us a reservation. We head out now; we'll make it jus
Jordan hoisted the tattooed bruiser, who must've weighed at least 250 pounds. Helma's eyes nearly popped out. Did he not just say that lugging a hundred kilos of gold wrecked his back? What was this, then?Jordan tossed the guy around like a giant stuffed toy, slammed him on the ground a couple of t