Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 116: Video

Those were the words I wanted to say, but instead, I pulled my checkbook and pen from my bag.

"How much?" I asked, raising an eyebrow when Tanner chuckled softly.

"Money won't do, Miss Miller," he replied in a cold tone. "Just make sure you find the truth in whatever you're investigating... so Evangeline can finally be at peace." "Got it," I replied. "Anyway, do you like my cousin?"

I'd been dying to ask that since our college days.

"No," he answered quickly. "But I do want her to be happy."

His sincerity was undeniable. The tone of his voice was so heartfelt, it tugged at me.

But I didn't believe he didn't like Evangeline. His eyes lit up when I mentioned my lovely cousin.

He stood, pointing to the card in his pocket. "I'll have this ready by tonight."

"That fast?" I raised an eyebrow.

I was expecting it to take days... but by tonight?

"Trust my skills the way your cousin does," he said before walking away.

I PACED back and forth inside my unit. I started working on other tasks, but I eventually stopped when I realized my focus wasn't on any of it.

My mind was wandering somewhere else. Could it be a bluff?

It was already ten in the evening. I should have gone to bed instead of waiting for Tanner.

Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Tanner.

"I thought you were all talk," I greeted him, making him chuckle.

your email," he instructed. "Your personal email, not the one you use for

email except

did you-" I

a hacker. Why was I even surprised he'd figured

You could've just asked for

Evangeline managed to recruit someone like Tanner into her organization. They're opposites in some

at my study table and opened my personal email. There it was-the document Tanner sent, attached to

wonder he felt confident sending it through email. He made sure only I could open

now had sound. It wasn't muted before-it was just that the voices had been so

Shortly, the conversation began.

to enter politics,"

legs crossed, leaning back on the couch, a cigarette in

a grin. "Once you're in, no one will dare oppose you." He held a glass in his hand-probably alcohol.

I expect Simon to be interested in politics. With his attitude, he wanted to run for office? I couldn't imagine the lives

took a drag from

without hesitation, picking up a glass of alcohol from the side

were highly influential, even internationally, especially in Britain. Among all of us, Haze

Windwood said, and I silently agreed. "You still have a lot to go

but they

it made them saints. They still had their dirt-but at least they weren't the

were in

Simon asked, raising

start by running

be the president of this country. What's

Windwood's face. It wasn't much, but it must've

the same. We both despise being ordered

dreams just because someone like you doesn't believe I can achieve them?" Simon asked

off his face. So, Simon grabbed his glass, ready

couldn't help

Greensmith wanted to be president, too," Windwood stammered, barely able to meet Simon's gaze. "H-He even announced that he will run in the next presidential race."