Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 107: People I Want To Protect

"My hunch was right," Finnick smirked. "The moment I saw how he saved you during our first mission, I knew something was up."

He casually drummed his fingers on the wheel, amused as he tried to get under my skin.

"I know you've got a dark history with him. The chemistry between you two is undeniable, even now. He'd have already punched me out of jealousy-"

I leaned over and pinned Finnick against the car window. In doing so, I accidentally hit the tint button again, making the windows clear, but I didn't care.

"Let me make one thing clear, Finnick," I said, leaning closer to his ear. "As long as you all cooperate with me, I'll give you generous salaries and benefits. So stop meddling in my business and just drive." Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Ash glaring at me with a dark expression. I ignored him and leaned back in my seat.

"I surrender, ma'am," Finnick jokes, raising his hands in mock defeat. "Let's go so you can get some rest." He started the car.

As he drove, I sighed and leaned back against the headrest, closing my eyes. But even with my eyes shut, I couldn't relax. My head throbbed, and thinking about Ash only made it worse.

What's wrong with him?

More importantly, what's wrong with me?

"Your building looks nice," Finnick remarked as we arrived at my condo.

"You've said that too many times already," I replied as I unbuckled my seatbelt. "No matter how many hints you drop, I'm not letting you get a unit here. As long as you work for me, you'll stay in the hideout."

I was the sole owner of this building, which provided me with passive income. But it wasn't my only source of earnings. I had investments in several companies and received dividends. Simon also funded me through his control of the mafia. Lastly, I was a Certified Public Accountant. I work as a consultant, but only when I feel like it. The mafia's missions were my main priority.

"Got it," he said with a grin.

out of the car. "Drive

nodded and

went inside my condo building, taking in the familiar atmosphere. Here, I felt like I didn't need to be strong or brave.

staff greeted me with a

and black theme, every detail meticulously chosen-from the golden tiles to the chandeliers. Back

stop me at every turn, but he failed. We had an agreement: if I could build my own company, he would let me

make this building profitable.

the financial aspects. I only hired a financial

at my age, I've already built and refined this building. I poured all my effort into aligning

be happy. This was one

as she followed me toward the elevator. "You have a

finally feeling the fatigue as I've

"Yes, ma'am," she affirmed..

the 30th floor. That's where I had her stay so she'd be readily available whenever I needed her. It also helps her manage

she looks like a dummy director, but in reality, I've given her more authority than the others. She knows this, which is why no one dares to cross her

penthouse, I stepped out. I didn't plan to stay here today, but

the effect of

was too tired to move... but, as always, my rest was interrupted. My phone was ringing. "Yes,

is this old

me at the hideout today," he

up

me complaining about his orders, but neither did it state that he could

I might die of exhaustion before I even get Mom back from

ask you something." He cleared his