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.

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

dropped. No one knew about my personal email except for my close

did you-" I

was a hacker. Why was I even surprised

creepy. You could've just asked for it.

responding or apologizing, the line disconnected. I shook my head, wondering how Evangeline managed to recruit someone like Tanner into her organization. They're opposites in some ways, but oddly similar

my personal email. There it was-the

wonder he felt confident sending it through email. He

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

Shortly, the conversation began.

wanted to enter politics,"

was sitting across from Senator Windwood, legs crossed,

grin. "Once you're in, no one will dare oppose

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,"

took a drag from his

he said without hesitation, picking up a glass of alcohol

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, Haze was the wealthiest. That's why he could do whatever he wanted without much effort. I couldn't blame

Windwood said, and I

us, but they genuinely cared

had their dirt-but at least they

worst were

Simon asked,

start by running for senator,

of

flicked his cigarette, and the ash landed on Senator Windwood's face. It wasn't much, but it

the same. We both despise being ordered

dreams just because someone like you doesn't believe

his face. So, Simon grabbed his glass, ready

brutal..." I couldn't

meet Simon's gaze. "H-He even announced that he will run in the