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.

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

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

you-" I

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

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

line disconnected. I shook my head, wondering how Evangeline managed to recruit someone like Tanner into her organization. They're opposites in some

my personal email. There it was-the

confident sending it through email. He

wasn't muted before-it was just that the voices had been so faint, almost imperceptible.

Shortly, the conversation began.

wanted to enter

crossed, leaning back on the couch, a cigarette in

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

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

took a drag from

a glass of alcohol from the side table

were highly

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

us, but they genuinely cared for their people. They

made them saints. They still had their dirt-but

worst were in

asked, raising a

by

want to be the president of

cigarette, and the ash landed on Senator Windwood's face. It wasn't much, but it must've stung. I could see why he was angry-he hated

same. We both despise being

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

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

brutal..." I couldn't help but

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