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.

we were dealing with a VVIP client purchasing weapons from us. Simon was supposed to be here, too, but he

said, extending his hand for a handshake, which

next time,

transaction went smoothly. Since it was a VVIP, the tip I received for facilitating the deal was mind-blowing-five hundred thousand dollars for something that

people choose to run mafia organizations and engage in

for Chiara and Thunder, it's to keep them away from this kind of life. I've experienced the worst, so I want only the best for

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

told him as soon as he picked up. "I don't have any missions for

you're not hiding something from me?" he asked, his voice authoritative over the

sure how much he knew, but I could tell he was fishing for information. He wanted to find out if I was lying about what I saw at

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

for a few seconds before replying. "That's good. You can handle your other obligations for now. I won't call you in the

his name

he'd kill me. If I didn't, someone else probably would. No matter what I

secretary as I drove my new Ferrari. "Tell the board

"Noted, ma'am," she replied.

I glanced at the rearview mirror, smiling at the

safest place to hide the card. But it couldn't stay here forever. Someone might try to kidnap

sensed something was wrong. The place

told my secretary in a

Clients might freak out if they knew that