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.

little mystery game?" I teased. I heard them chuckle on the other line. "Figure it out. Find where I hid the one thing that can destroy you." With

uncover their identity. Was it my father... or

morning, I rushed to the hideout. Fortunately, Kesha was already in her room-a space packed with computers and

handing Kesha

have been clever enough to use a voice changer,

multiple keyboards. Strings of indecipherable code and data scrolled across

unwilling to let it overwhelm me

you done

minute," she replied seriously, keeping her eyes on

meeting at eight o'clock. Missing it wasn't an option. This person wanted me to uncover who

hopes soared as Kesha's fingers danced across her keyboard at an impressive

breakthrough after her intense work. But instead, she spoke in a tone that

Kesha admitted in a low voice. "A conversation recorded with a voice changer isn't

knew what encryption

of what you just said, Kesha. Can you explain it in

sacrificed that meeting to be here, and I

chuckled. "It means there's a clue hidden in the recording you gave me. It contains another file... and I think it

not decrypt it?" I asked, baffled. "This is your expertise, Kesha. It's exactly why

was the one who had called me? I recalled

would put the entire organization at risk," Kesha said, snapping

blood boil. How could a simple recording pose such a

a

a conversation-it's a trap," she replied, her tone firm. "Whoever this person is, they

to me. Though fuming, I managed to keep my composure.. I took it from her hand and