Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 119: A Mystery To Solve

"OH, SHIT." I muttered under my breath as my head throbbed painfully the moment I woke up.

The sun was too bright. Instead of opening my eyes, I opted to stay under the covers, pulling the blanket over my head. I just wanted to sleep a little longer.

I was drunk, but I remember everything. Ash's presence, Finnick' confession... and me, getting wasted after that conversation between Senator Windwood and Simon.

"It's fucking mutual, Sapphire."

"Damn it." I shot up from the bed, remembering Ash's words last night.

I forced myself out of bed and dragged myself to the bathroom.

I was a complete mess. My curly hair was all over the place, drool streaked the corner of my mouth, and my cheeks were so red it looked like I'd been slapped ten times. I winced as I tried to recall how many bottles I had drunk last night. I remember the conversations but not the number of drinks. I'd lost count.

After washing my face, I brewed a cup of coffee. I took out the SD card I had hidden beneath the espresso machine. It was one of the least likely places for intruders to check if they ever searched my place.

"How can I use this?" I examined the card carefully. "I need to use this in the best way possible..."

It's like the world's most dangerous firecracker. If I used it recklessly, I'd only end up hurting myself. I needed to be careful.

For now, I had to figure out if anyone else already knew about this.

the Parker Organization, I had to be present for significant transactions. Today, we were dealing with a VVIP client purchasing weapons from us. Simon was supposed to be here, too, but he said

said, extending his hand for a handshake, which I

time, sir,"

Since it was a VVIP, the tip I received for facilitating the deal was

no wonder why so many people choose to run mafia organizations and engage in illegal activities rather than start

leave. If there's one dream I have for Chiara and Thunder, it's to keep them

I called Simon. He'd told me to contact him once the meeting was over. While he trusted Mason to make

have any missions for now, right? I need to take care of

something from me?" he asked, his voice authoritative over

he knew, but I could tell he was fishing for information. He wanted

leaning back on the couch. "I spend more time here at the hideout than at my own company. Do you really think I have

"That's good. You can handle your other obligations

as I stared at his name on my contact

card, he'd kill me. If I didn't, someone else probably would. No matter what I did, the outcome would be the same. I'd die-with a

secretary as I

"Noted, ma'am," she replied.

call and sped up the car. I glanced at the rearview mirror, smiling at the sight of

now, this was the safest place to hide the card. But it couldn't stay

I immediately sensed something was wrong. The place was so messy. Even

in a low voice as

if they knew that the CEO