"Ten million. Put it into this account. I want to see the money immediately."
Raeleigh hung up right after she instructed. However, the attacker still didn't trust her; he took Raeleigh's phone to check. It was a hidden number, and the caller ID was empty.
Santiago had also only noticed the number on Raeleigh's phone was left blank.
Doubtful, the attacker called again with his phone.
Jepherson answered but remained silent. The attacker asked, "Is this the bank?"
"I'm the manager; how can I help?"
The driver was a little surprised when he heard Jepherson's words. He looked at Jepherson from the rearview mirror and dared not even huff when he saw his ice-cold eyes.
"I have a sum of money that I want to deposit into your bank, but I forgot your banking code."
"Capital City - Darcy Bank."
"Thank you. It's too late today; I'll go there tomorrow. By the way, is this the bank's number? This is my friend's phone."
The attacker said courteously.
"This is a private number, not the bank's. If you need it, I can tell you; we have an official service line. This number is only for internal and VIPs. May I know who's on the line?"
"It's fine. I'll go there tomorrow."
He hung up the phone and looked at Raeleigh. "Call them again; I want to see how they transfer the money into my account."
With that, she called Jepherson again. He stared at the phone and waited for thirty seconds before answering, leading the people around her to wonder if something had gone wrong. However, she was composed the entire time.
Raeleigh questioned immediately when the phone connected, "What the heck are you doing? Why did it take you so long to answer the phone? My friend needs the money to save his life. Do you want me to withdraw all my money?"
Jepherson wore no expression. "I'm doing some inter-transactions. This is a lot of money; the bank has to mobilize it first."
"If so, how many have you mobilized?"
"Half." While Jepherson was talking, the attacker grabbed Raeleigh and put the phone on speaker so that everyone could hear what Jepherson said.
"First transfer ten million to the account I've told you. The account is three... the owner is..."
Raeleigh finished, and Jepherson asked, "Do you not need the rest anymore?"
"Why are you asking so much? Just do as I say. I'll send you the other account numbers later. Transfer the money in accordance with the order I sent. Five million dollars to every account."
"First, you said sixty, and now another five. I..."
"I'm raising funds."
"We'll arrange it as soon as possible."
"Good."
Raeleigh hung up the phone and looked at them. "Check your phone. I believe you'll receive a notification soon."
"It seems that you do have some money."
"We definitely have money; it's only a matter of figure. Santiago and I are only worth five million. How ridiculous."
Raeleigh wore a scornful look. As the attacker looked at her, his phone beeped, and he turned to his phone. The others also went to him. The attacker then turned back to her and said, "I will let you go. Give five million to each of my men and make sure we leave unscathed. What happens here stays here."
"No problem, but you have to give me some medicine." Raeleigh turned to look at Santiago, who had been looking at her.
After a while, the man told his subordinates, "Bring them the dressing and medicine."
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