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

personal email except

you-" I stopped

was I even

just asked for it. I

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

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

felt confident sending it

video. My eyes widened as the video now had sound. It wasn't muted before-it was just that the voices had been so faint, almost imperceptible.

Shortly, the conversation began.

enter

across from Senator Windwood, legs crossed, leaning back on the couch, a

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

Simon to be interested in politics. With his attitude, he wanted to run for office? I couldn't imagine the lives of the citizens if he actually succeeded. "What do you want to be? I can help you," Senator

father took a drag from his

up a glass of alcohol

someone with no experience in politics, he was aiming so high. Why did he want to run for president? He had an agreement with the Greensmiths-they handled all the political dealings. The Greensmiths were highly influential, even internationally, especially in Britain. Among all of us,

for that, sir," Senator Windwood said, and I silently agreed. "You still have a lot

but they genuinely cared for their people. They wouldn't

made them saints. They still had

worst were in

asked,

start by

want to be the president of

his cigarette, and the ash landed on Senator Windwood's face. It wasn't much, but it must've stung. I could

both

would I lower my dreams just because someone like you doesn't

off his face. So, Simon grabbed his glass, ready to hurl it

couldn't help

barely able to meet Simon's gaze.