Chapter 689

In those days, twenty thousand dollars wasn’t a fortune, but it certainly wasn’t a small sum—it was equivalent to several years’ wages for them.

Though Timothy didn’t want the money or to get caught up in this mess, his wife and child were his weak spot. In the end, he could only mutter curses under his breath, too frustrated to act out.

That night, after resting until dusk, two unmarked vans arrived. At Vinny’s call, Timothy and Brutus once again helped load the large travel bags into one of the vans. The rest of the group got into the other van and quickly left.

Vinny didn’t leave with them. Instead, after they were gone, he sneakily pulled an old book from his jacket, his face lighting up with excitement. "Tim, Brutus, look at this! A palace banquet recipe book! We’re rich now! That cunning guy surnamed Brown may be sly, but in the end, I outsmarted him…"

Upon hearing this, Timothy and Brutus’s faces turned pale.

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After saying all this in on