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.

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

my personal email except for my close

you-"

Why was I even surprised he'd figured

could've just asked for it. I would've given

or apologizing, the line disconnected. I shook my head, wondering how Evangeline managed to recruit someone like Tanner

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

was heavily encrypted. No 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 imperceptible.

Shortly, the conversation began.

enter politics," my father

sitting across from Senator Windwood, legs crossed, leaning back on

need," Senator Windwood replied with a grin. "Once you're in, no one will dare oppose you." He held a glass in his hand-probably alcohol. They were drinking as they talked. Typical for rich men

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

a drag from

picking up a glass of alcohol from 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

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

might have their illegal dealings like us, but they genuinely cared for their people. They

saints. They still had their dirt-but

worst were in

Simon asked,

you should start by

be the president of this country. What's wrong with

ash landed on Senator Windwood's face. It wasn't much, but it must've

both

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

So, Simon grabbed his glass, ready to hurl it at the

couldn't help but

Windwood stammered, barely able to meet Simon's gaze. "H-He even announced that he will run in the