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

about my personal email except for my close friends. I rarely used

did you-"

hacker. Why was I

just asked for it. I

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

There it was-the document Tanner sent,

encrypted. No wonder he felt confident sending it through email. He made sure

the document and the video. My eyes widened as the video now had sound. It wasn't muted before-it was just that the voices had been so faint, almost imperceptible. "Nice one, Tanner," I

Shortly, the conversation began.

enter politics," my father

Windwood, legs crossed, leaning back on the couch, a

sir. Entering politics will give you and your company the immediate you need," Senator Windwood replied with a grin. "Once you're in, no one

politics. With his attitude, he wanted to run for office? I couldn't

took a drag

said without hesitation, picking up a glass of alcohol from

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

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

like us, but they genuinely cared for their people. They

saints. They still had their

worst were

Simon asked, raising a

should start by running for

want to be the president of this country. What's

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

the same. We both

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

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

I couldn't help

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