Nala.
Xander never returned to check on me, and soon, it was daybreak. I had fallen asleep, and when I woke, I found my bag with my laptop and the bag of clothes I had left in the motel room.
There was also a hanger filled with clothes, along with toiletries, cosmetics, shoes, and bags.
It seemed they had access to 24-hour shopping services; that was the only thing that could explain the sudden abundance. I wondered why I hadn't woken up when it was delivered.
I opened the bag and took out my laptop. Powering it on, I was relieved to see everything was intact. I resumed creating untraceable cryptocurrency accounts on the dark web to siphon the money left in my father's and uncle's business accounts. I wasn't stealing; I was reclaiming the liquid assets my father had left. My goal was t
