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 personal email, not the one you use

knew about my personal email except for my

you-" I

was I even surprised he'd figured

asked for it. I would've given it

someone like Tanner into her organization. They're opposites in some ways,

my personal email. There it was-the document Tanner sent,

encrypted. No wonder he felt confident sending

now had sound. It wasn't muted before-it was just

Shortly, the conversation began.

wanted to enter

across from Senator Windwood, legs crossed, leaning back

will give you and your company the immediate you 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

I couldn't imagine the lives of the citizens if he actually succeeded. "What do you want to be? I

took a

glass of alcohol from the side table

all the political dealings. The Greensmiths were highly influential, even internationally,

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

might have their illegal dealings like us, but they genuinely cared for their people. They wouldn't harm

They still had their dirt-but at least

worst were in

asked, raising a

you should start by running for senator,

the president of this country. What's

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

both despise

dreams just because someone like you doesn't

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

I couldn't help

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