At this very moment, seven adults were inside an Iveco Daily van, blissfully unaware that a dra was silently closing in on them, ready to ensnare them.


    Alongside the seven adults, ten children were peacefully asleep in the van, still under the effects of a drug administered at midnight.


    In the front passenger seat sat a young man missing his right arm. This was Ron Richie.


    With a childlike giggle, he turned to his brother, who was driving, and eximed, “Hey man, we’re about to make a million dors from this deal!”


    His brother’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What?! Wow, are kids really that expensive now? Didn’t you say they only cost tens of thousands each?”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Ron replied, “Yeah, but remember? They got busted recently. The Beggar n in Arcadia Province is short on kids, so the prices have gone up.”


    His brother grinned with excitement. “We’re going to be rich!”


    Ron nodded enthusiastically. “After the deal, we should definitely take a vacation!”


    In the spacious cabin of the Iveco, Ron’s mother chimed in with a smile, “I really need a getaway after this. Mrs. Hunt from next door went to Thand recently and posted countless pictures on Facebook, bragging about her trip. When we get the money, we have to go too!”


    Ron chuckled and replied, “Come on, Mom, what’s so great about Thand? That’s where the budget travelers go. You can join a tour for just a couple of thousand dors. Let’s aim for something more luxurious!”


    “More luxurious?” Ron’s mother asked with intrigue. “Tell me, dear, where could possibly be more luxurious than Thand? I haven’t traveled much, so I’m at a loss.”


    Ron eximed, “The Maldives, of course! That’s the ultimate vacation spot for the wealthy!”<fn613b> Th? link to the orig?n of this information r?sts ?n fin?novel</fn613b>


    Ron’s sister pped her hands in delight, eximing, “The Maldives? Oh my gosh, I’ve always wanted to go there! I dream of staying in one of those vis that float on the ocean! It sounds so ssy and luxurious! How amazing would it be to stay there?”


    Ronughed and said, “Absolutely, Sis! We’ll book those ne tickets as soon as the moneyes in!”


    The family of six began to dream about their future trip to the Maldives, smiles lighting up their faces.


    Ron then turned to the man seated in the back rows of the van, the seventh adult among them.


    With a friendly smile, Ron asked, “Hey, Jeff, you’ll be getting four hundred grand after the deal. Have you thought about what you want to do with your share?”


    Jeff didn’t respond; his mind was racing with turmoil.


    The night before, after returning home from William’spany dormitory, a group of gangsters had confronted him at his door, brandishing knives.


    They had knocked forcefully and pressed a knife to his neck, threatening him to deliver Caesar’s car immediately or face dire consequences.


    Jeff had felt his legs weaken in fear.


    He had gone to a friend who dealt in used cars to assess the value of his vehicle and the Phaeton. His friend had informed him that even with insurance coverage, he was still liable for a million dors out of pocket.


    Following an ident, his Mercedes-Benz was now only valued at about three hundred thousand, covering a mere 10% of the total. That left him with a staggering gap of nine hundred thousand dors.


    Even after receiving six hundred and twenty thousand dors from William, he still needed to figure out how to cover three thousand more.