Chapter 747 30%

Chapter 747 30%

He knew Zara would definitely choose an upscale restaurant. She had never seen this much money in her life, so she must have that nouveau riche mentality.

Poor people who suddenly become rich will definitely spend money like crazy.

This could be seen from the neighborhood she chose to live in.

Plus, this upscale restaurant was closest to where Zara lived, so the probability of her choosing this place was much higher than others.

Of course, it still came down to luck in the end.

He waited quietly. Soon it was 11:50 AM.

As Zara walked in, Victor smiled.

Zara sat down, and soon the food was served.

Taking this opportunity, Victor wheeled himself over to sit across from her.

"Hello."

When Zara saw Victor, her expression became noticeably uncomfortable.

Victor had been watching her micro-expressions closely. "Didn't you want to kill someone? I'm here to teach you."

Zara's face darkened, but she quickly recovered and put on a cold expression. "Sure, sure."

"Alright, stop pretending. Let's talk about your windfall first."

"What?"

"You really think everyone else is stupid? You suddenly have all this money. If it wasn't dirty money, why would you run here? Also, this is the 21st century - who do you see carrying cash to pay for things?"

"I can help you launder the money, but I want a 30% fee."

Zara continued playing dumb. "What do you mean? I don't understand."

"This is a one-time offer. Think carefully. You should know that right now, I'm the only one who can help you."

Zara frowned. "What exactly do you mean?"

Victor gestured for her to look out the window. "Look there. Someone's watching you. I don't think they're watching me, so it must be you. Why is someone watching you?"

Hearing Victor say this, Zara panicked. Just as she was about to look at the glass, he stopped her.

"I'd advise you not to look. Being too alert right now isn't good. Relax, it's fine."

Zara obediently didn't look.

As for whether someone was actually watching from outside the window, Victor didn't know. He was just conducting a test.

If she was really like him, with no emotional response to killing, then this kind of test would be a piece of cake for her.

But reality showed that she wasn't what she was pretending to be.

Come to think of it, where would society get so many psycho killers?

If there really were that many, how would normal people live?

But Zara's panic further proved she had a guilty conscience.

People with guilty consciences and weak willpower become paranoid. You just need to say things that match their suspicions, and they'll definitely believe it.

Seeing her in this frightened state, Victor became even more certain. "Know why you're being watched?"

Zara didn't speak, and Victor didn't explain either.

Instead, he returned to the original topic. "Give me 30%, and I can help you."

Zara hesitated, but finally gritted her teeth. "That's too much!"

Victor smiled. "40%."

"You!"

Zara hadn't expected Victor to raise the price just like that.

"You don't have a choice, do you? Of all the people you know, who else can help you?"

"There might be someone!"

"Goodbye then."

Zara stared hard at Victor. Victor smiled back.

Zara had no choice.

She took a sip of her drink. "30%."

"Deal."

Zara asked doubtfully, "What do we do next?"

Victor was in a great mood. "No rush. Next, you need to act like you're pursuing me. You know there are people watching outside. Plus, that night we already told the police we were dating, so you understand, right?"

"Why don't you pursue me instead?"

Victor looked at himself in the wheelchair. "You sure you want me to?"

Zara gave in.

"I haven't finished eating yet. This meal cost over a thousand dollars."

"Take your time, I'll wait. Come on, let me feed you."

Zara forced out a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Relax, you're too tense. Does this look like someone pursuing another person?"

After eating, Zara pushed Victor out of the restaurant.

They came to the neighborhood park and sat down to chat.

"Your money - where did it come from?"

Zara hesitated. "I found it."

Victor was a bit confused. Found it? But in her situation, she had no reason to lie to him.

Maybe Blake hid it somewhere and deliberately let her find it.

"When you were at the burger place, did you do anything?"

Zara said, "No."

No? How could there be nothing?

If it wasn't her, then who put that note there?

"Really nothing? Did anyone ask you to help them with something?"

Zara replied, "Really nothing. At a time like this, would I lie to you?"

Victor thought deeply. Could he have guessed wrong?

It wasn't her? She wasn't someone Blake arranged?

Impossible. He couldn't have guessed wrong.

Seeing him like this, Zara got scared and spoke again. "I really didn't!"

If she didn't do it, then she was useless to him, and he had no need to help her.

It seemed it was time to leave.

Just as Victor was about to go, he remembered something. "How much money did you find?"

Zara stammered in a small voice, "Two million dollars. I spent over a hundred thousand, so there's about 1.8 million left."

"How much? Two million dollars? You could carry two million dollars in cash?"

Victor was too shocked. This was no small amount, more than he had imagined, which also proved his guess was wrong.

"In a suitcase! A whole suitcase full. It was my first time seeing so much cash. I'd only seen it on TV before."

"Stop, I don't need to hear how surprised you were. Tell me how you got it."

"I found it at '45 Starlight Avenue.'"

"Where?"

Victor froze. Wasn't the content on the note '45 Starlight Avenue'?

A coincidence?

"Why did you go there? Your workplace isn't close to there."

"There was a note with that address on it. The note looked like it was pieced together. I thought at the time who would be so bored. I was going to throw it away, but I never did."

"I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe I'd watched too many TV shows. That address kept running through my mind. After work, I went there."

"When I went in, there was cash scattered around, lots of cash. There was a suitcase next to it. I opened it and it was full of money. I didn't think much about it. I packed up the money and went straight home."

"I tried to control my excitement and make myself look as normal as possible. But at work, I was completely distracted. I was also afraid the person who lost the money would find me. Plus, the security in my neighborhood was bad, and I was afraid of being robbed."

"After work that night, I left my old place and moved to where I am now."

"A whole suitcase of cash must be dirty money. Who knows what the owner does? If I got caught, I definitely wouldn't end well."

"You don't know - ever since I took that money, I've been paranoid all day. Now I don't even dare go out."

As Zara talked, she went off topic again.