A Billionaire's Conundrum

Chapter hundred thirty eight

An ice cream truck sang loudly beside the car as Jeremy sat in front of the bank, waiting for Benedict to meet him. It was a Thursday noon and Jeremy had a lot of meetings just waiting for him at the office, but Benedict's matter was something that needed all his attention.

The driver turned the air conditioner higher as he noticed that Jeremy was getting a little shifty in his seat. But he had no idea that it had nothing to do with the heat but the anxiety of waiting for Benedict's arrival.

A few minutes later, Jeremy was already reaching for his phone to call Hanson. "What do you have for me?" He asked and the man told him that there was no development on the withdrawal. It could not be traced and it was as if it had just vanished, from the account to thin air.

"You've searched all Kingston's accounts at the same time that the withdrawal was made? Gilbert too?" He asked. Hanson said he'd tried his best, "Their official accounts have not received anything of such an amount for the