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.

turn up the volume, but Evangeline shook

to decode it but got nothing. We'll

nodded, thinking of Kesha. She was multi-talented-maybe

Windwood's fear

the couch tightly, especially when Ash

down my spine at the

I were in Senator Windwood's shoes,

his waist in agony. Blood dripped from his nose as he struggled

smirked, tossing the bat to the floor. "Don't say

USB adapter and slid it under her pillow,

seems Senator Windwood had 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

place no one would think to look. Even if I were kidnapped or

time, using it

the video..." I whispered, pointing at her phone. "That

tucked her phone under the pillow. "What more proof do you

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

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

had found in the computer room. The imposter was framing

repeatedly he wasn't the one who

couldn't fully trust him, given his secrets, I couldn't ignore

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 never given Ash

anger

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

dark aura I felt every time

Mason's office and the one on the rooftop... I was sure now