Reborn To Ruin My Betraying Fiancé

ng. The faint light was just enough to navigate the dark room. She moved around th

with painstaking care to avoid making a sound. They were filled with mu

not trusting banks. Her eyes scanned the room and settled on the ornate rug beneath the desk.

finding the edge of the he

with the hardwood floor. A digital keyp

rgotten matriarch. She carefully typed in Susan's birthday. The

ld revolved around himself and his achievements. She entered the date his compan

in the silent room. The heavy st

tacks of cash. There was a few gold bars, and a black

with neat columns of handwritten numbers and codes. Account numbers. Routing information for offsho

a key. She need

ent ghost moving back through the house. Ford hadn't moved an i

he pushed the revulsion down. She lifted his thumb and pressed it firml

n lit up.

er supreme arrogance or sheer laziness, had linked his accounts to Ford's t

rrison's own leather chair, the ledger open before her. One by one, she began

econdary verification, a code sent to the account holder's

email app open, logged in. The code

screen refreshed, a

t appeared sto

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f it untraceable. All

. She had already set up a series of anonymous, encrypted cryptocurrency wallets for t

e full amount.

Confirm T

ng... It moved with agonizing slowness. Each pe

shifted. He let out a loud, wet sigh in his

, her fingers closing around the cold steel handle of her knife. If he woke up, i

ide, his snoring resuming i

't realized she was holding. He

ress bar

peared on the screen

llion dollars had just vanished

safe, closed the heavy door, and carefully rolled the Persian rug back into place, smoothing out any wrinkles. She u

udy, closing the door wit

, snoring heap. She looked down at him, at the man who had wa

e beginning. The reve