Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 131: I Finally Found A Lead

"I expected you to be shocked, but I didn't expect you to scream like you're in a haunted house, bitch!" Evangeline teased me, her laugh echoing through the entire room.

I shot her a glare, and she immediately stopped. Adjusting her position on the bed, she clamped her mouth shut.

Still, I could see her grinning in my peripheral vision.

My hand was trembling as I picked up the weird mask lying on the floor. "This is..."

"Ash's head," she finished my sentence before breaking into another fit of laughter.

I glared at her again, but this time, it didn't faze her.

She seemed to be having the time of her life watching my reaction, forgetting she was supposed to be a comatose patient in a hospital.

I examined the mask. Its skin is eerily realistic. At first glance, I even thought I was holding Ash's severed head. The facial features were disturbingly lifelike. Creating something of this quality would take not just immense resources but also an incredible amount of skill and time.

I was terrified and impressed. I'd never seen anything like it before, and such advanced craftsmanship made it clear the creator must have global influence. Whoever made this was powerful.

"And here," Evangeline called me again, her hand gesturing for my attention. "Look at this."

She pointed to her phone, connected to a USB adapter. I moved closer and watched a video playing on her screen.

It was a conversation between Ash and Senator Windwood. Ash sat on a couch, his hands resting on his knees, fingers intertwined.

Even on video, his presence was chilling, as if a dark aura surrounded him. I'd noticed it before but ignored it, too caught up in believing Ash had tried to kill me.

He smirked while staring at Senator Windwood, saying something I couldn't hear.

the volume, but Evangeline shook

Tanner tried to decode it

was multi-talented-maybe she could

Windwood's fear was

gripped the couch tightly, especially when Ash suddenly stood, grabbed a baseball bat, and approached

spine at the menacing look Ash

Windwood's shoes, I'd probably forget how

his side with the bat. The man collapsed to the floor, clutching his waist in agony. Blood dripped from his nose as he struggled to catch his breath. Although

he smirked, tossing the bat to the floor. "Don't say I didn't warn

adapter and slid it under

the guts to reveal something big, but he couldn't follow through because they had him killed," she explained, glancing at me. "I guess everyone wanted him dead. I wonder what they were

no one would think to look. Even if

the right time, using it

in the video..." I whispered, pointing at her phone. "That wasn't Ash, was

the pillow. "What more proof

starting to align-the strange gut feelings, Haze's warnings. It all pointed to one

Ash," I stated firmly, staring at the wall as anger brewed within me. "He's being

had found in the computer room. The imposter was framing Ash again, trying to turn me

along. He'd told me repeatedly he wasn't the one who tried to kill

still couldn't fully trust him, given his secrets, I couldn't ignore the possibility that something sinister was happening

confidently, grinning. "At first, I'll admit, I thought he shot you. But over time, I realized Ash isn't the type to betray someone." Her words weighed heavily on me. I'd

had, my anger always overshadowed any

wouldn't let my guard down. My instincts had always been sharp, and I trusted them now

wrong, like the dark aura I felt every time I encountered the

rooftop... I was sure now