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, not the one you

email

you-" I

Why was I

You could've just asked for it. I

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

and opened my personal email. There it was-the document Tanner sent, attached to the video I'd given

heavily encrypted. No wonder he felt confident sending it

wasn't muted

Shortly, the conversation began.

wanted to enter politics,"

legs crossed, leaning back on 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 for rich men

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 Windwood

took a drag

of alcohol from

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

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

but they genuinely cared

it made them saints. They still had their dirt-but

worst were in my

Simon asked,

you should start by running for senator,

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

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

the same. We both despise being

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

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

couldn't help but

Greensmith wanted to be president, too," Windwood stammered, barely able to meet Simon's gaze. "H-He even announced