The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 2127

See the world As soon as Yvette and Sean entered, the bar owner greeted them.

The man who had his way of ushering customers at night was a little mysterious at this moment.

He frowned when he saw Yvette, then smiled and looked away.

“Mr. Moore, you brought a friend today?” Sean glanced around иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σм and replied, “How's the

preparation?” The bar owner smiled and said meaningfully, “It’s going well.

We changed the route and transaction time at the last minute, so the informer won’t get news of it.” Sean hooked

his lips.

“We were targeted by the police last time because we were too careless.

Let’s take a break for a while after finishing this order.” “Understood.” Yvette stood there with a pale face as she

listened to their conversation.

They did not hide anything from her and spoke openly.

The dangers that she thought were far away from her were actually happening around her.

Moreover, it seemed that Sean did not play an ordinary role in this matter.

Yvette did not dare to think too deeply about this since she never had contact with these before.

Yvette looked so out of place standing there.

She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff and trembled in fear.

The bar owner glanced at Yvette.

His smile deepened.

“Ms. Quimbey, you haven't finished drinking the wine that you kept here.

Shall I pour you a glass?” Yvette opened her mouth but could not utter a word.

Sean chuckled and put his arm around Yvette’s shoulders.

“No need.

Let me see today’s sample.” The bar owner nodded.

“Sure, it’s ready.” He clapped his hands.

One of the people who passed by stopped walking and came over with a box.

Sean patted Yvette’s shoulder.

“Would you like to take a иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σм look at what’s inside?” Yvette froze.

Sean could feel her body trembling.

She shook her head.

“I don’t want to.” The bar owner laughed all of a sudden.

Sean also chuckled helplessly and said in her ear, “Don’t worry.

It’s not what you think.

Would I be so blatant if it’s drugs? I’ve never touched that line of business.” Yvette paused and looked at him.

Her heart eased slightly.

It was not drugs.

That was her first impression.

After all, Melissa said that Sean did all kinds of evil.

Sean pushed her forward and urged her.

“Take a look.

It’s your favorite.

I promise you won’t get scared.” He seemed to have set a trap for her.

He was waiting for her to jump into his trap and fall in love with him.

Then, she would never be able to climb back up again.

His voice was a bit deceitful as if he wanted her to open the box and uncover the secret.

Sean could not wait to share his secret and achievements with her.

He also wanted to see her expression after knowing the truth.

He pushed her shoulders from behind.

“Go on, open it and take a look.

You should be very curious to see what’s in there.” The bar owner watched them quietly and smiled.

Yvette’s body shivered as she took a few steps forward.

She looked at that box.

The clips she saw on TV countless times flashed through her mind.

Would it be bricks of white powder or some bloody weapon? Yvette took a deep breath.

She walked over slowly and mentally prepared herself for whatever she might see, then she slowly opened the box.

Looking at what was inside, Yvette was shocked.

She never thought that it was not drugs or a weapon inside, but a stack of money.

Yvette looked back at Sean.

Sean raised his eyebrows and walked to her side.

“Isn't this your favorite? This is the British pound.

Didn’t you mention before that you think the British pound has the most beautiful design out of all the banknotes in

the world?” Suddenly, Yvette’s face turned pale.

“This is a counterfeit note.” Although Yvette did not notice it at first glance, the note looked different upon closer

look.

What's more, there were so many boxes here.

They were catching up to the bank’s speed of printing notes.

She immediately understood what was going on.

Sean was printing fake money.

Yvette’s face was pale.

This was out of her expectations.

Sean smiled and heard the bar owner laughing.

“Ms.

Quimbey, you used to travel all over the world, so you must be familiar with foreign currency.

It’s really amazing how you can tell that it’s a fake note at a glance.” Yvette frowned.

“Are you guys printing counterfeit banknotes?” She thought countries already cracked down on these counterfeit

banknotes, so they would not be able to circulate these.

How could it be...? The bar owner smiled.

“Ms. Quimbey, how did you find out that this is a counterfeit note? Even locals can’t tell the difference between this

and the actual British pound.” | He seemed to be asking for Yvette’s advice humbly.

Yvette sneered.

“I use real notes, so I can tell at a glance that something’s wrong with this one.

Do you guys really think you can get away with it?” She looked at Sean with a bit of confusion and contempt in her

eyes.

“The world is going digital now, yet you still get into this business.

Do you really think that the money you print can be circulated? Do criminals not care about cost and IQ now?” She

humiliated them.

Sean and the bar owner looked at each other, and the two laughed.

Yvette looked at them and felt confused.

The bar owner closed the box and said mysteriously, “Ms.

Quimbey, these won’t be circulated here.

Of course, they won't be circulated in England either.” “Then where will these be circulated?” The bar owner gave

Sean a meaningful look.

Sean’s face was cold.

He did not answer her question.

Yvette seemed to understand a little.

These notes would be иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σм circulated in countries where the British pound was not commonly used.

Once they shipped these out, those people abroad, including those from professional institutions, might not be able

to distinguish such well-made counterfeit banknotes from real ones.

Sean glanced at her.

“Alright, I just want you to take a look.

When they’re in circulation, I’ll buy you some nice clothes.” His tone was doting, but Yvette became unusually quiet.

Yvette studied finance in university, so she knew how many checkpoints a counterfeit currency would need to go

through before it circulates.

It was not as simple as a few counterfeit banknotes.

This was hundreds of billions, which would need to through all levels, from senior officials to banks, international

institutions to small towns.

They would not be able to continue if there was a mistake in any steps.

Clearly, Sean was one of the suppliers.

He was very confident in his own business, and it looked like he was not worried about the market at all.

This showed that there was already a complete supply chain.

Yvette suddenly understood why Sean did not need to deal drugs to make money.

That was because he did not need to make money since he would just print money.

She lowered her eyes.

“No need.

I won’t spend your money.” Yvette had her own business and earned clean money, so why would she spend the

money that he earned through such dirty means? She had never lacked money.

When Sean heard this, иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σм he was slightly stunned.

However, it only took a moment for him to recover his expression.

He forcibly dragged her by the wrist and walked upstairs.

“Let’s go.

I'll take you to meet some friends.” Yvette struggled to no avail and was dragged upstairs into иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σм a

private room down the corridor...