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.

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

client said, extending his hand for

time, sir," I

VVIP, the tip I received for facilitating the deal was mind-blowing-five hundred

people choose to run mafia organizations and engage

settled, I planned to leave. If there's one dream I have for Chiara and Thunder, it's to keep them away from this

to contact him once the meeting was over. While he trusted Mason to make decisions, I always needed his

as soon as he picked up. "I don't have any missions for now, right? I need to

from me?" he

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

"I spend more time here at the hideout than at

a few seconds before replying. "That's good. You can handle your other

his

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

told my secretary as I drove my new Ferrari. "Tell

"Noted, ma'am," she replied.

the car. I glanced at the rearview mirror, smiling at

But it couldn't stay here forever. Someone might try

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

and security team," I told my secretary in a low

might freak out if they knew that the CEO got