Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 121: Who’s Playing Games With Me?

"I didn't expect to visit you here..." I said softly, gazing at Randall's tomb.

I had placed him in a mausoleum, partly for my mom's peace of mind. I wanted her to feel he was resting in a dignified place.

. I knew how much she had loved him and how hard it was for her to keep living, knowing he was gone.

"Wherever you are, I hope you're safe. That's what Mom would want for you too," I murmured, placing a bouquet of flowers on his tomb before bowing my head in respect.

After spending some time there, I returned to my car. I hadn't realized how much I'd been driving all day, and my body was starting to feel the strain.

As if on cue, Evangeline texted, asking me to meet her at a bar. Of course, I picked the place.

"Are you getting drunk again?" she asked when she saw the number of bottles on the countertop. I ordered many. "Are you a drunkard?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "No. I just wanted this place to be my endgame."

After all, it was where it all began.

This bar is where I first met Senator Windwood... and Ash. Out of all the places I'd been today, no one would guess where I hid the SD card.

As I sipped my drink, an unknown number called me. A strange feeling crept over me as I answered.

"Clever, Sapphire," a distorted voice said through a voice changer.

It had to be the person following me earlier. The fact that they had my number meant they were close.

mystery game?" I teased. I heard them chuckle on the other line. "Figure it out. Find where I hid

else, I needed to uncover their identity. Was it my father... or someone else trying to ruin

Fortunately, Kesha was already in her room-a space packed with computers and keyboards, some of which were glowing. The sight

handing Kesha

stored the recording of my conversation with whoever that person was on it. That person might have been clever enough to use a

scrolled across her screens,

my attention away, unwilling to let it overwhelm

you done yet?"

she replied seriously, keeping her eyes on the

eight o'clock. Missing it wasn't an option. This person wanted me to uncover who they were, while I wanted them to discover where I'd hidden the SD card. Which of us would prevail? I had no intention of losing

Kesha's fingers danced across her keyboard at an impressive speed, her

she spoke in a tone

low voice. "A conversation recorded with a voice changer isn't easy to undo... but this one

did that mean? I knew what encryption was, but what did it have

what you just said, Kesha. Can you

that meeting to be here, and

the recording you gave me. It contains another file... and I

expertise, Kesha. It's exactly why I hired you.

had called me? I recalled

entire organization at risk," Kesha said, snapping me out

boil. How could a simple

just a

"Whoever this person is,

to keep my composure.. I took it from her hand and slipped it