Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 140: Drive Me Home

Is it really that hard to find... or is she just not doing her best?

"Hey, don't think like that. Tanner's just insanely good at what he does. That's why I insisted on hiring him, no matter what," Evangeline explained, lightly tapping my uninjured shoulder. "Kesha's still great at computer stuff, too." I nodded absentmindedly and returned to my thoughts, recalling the text message someone sent me earlier.

Should I meet with him? Should I ask what he wants? Should I confront him?

But deep down, I was scared of his answers. If it's really him... I'd understand why he'd want revenge.

He must think I tried to kill him, even though it was self-defense on my part.

"Do you have any idea who it might be?" Evangeline asked seriously.

I nodded. "I do. But he's supposed to be dead."

He should be dead. I saw him die that night.

She raised an eyebrow, staring at me, as if waiting for me to elaborate.

"I... I don't really know him," I admitted quietly, a memory from my past flashing in my mind-one I'd rather forget. "But every time I saw him, he'd tell me to call him 'Prince.""

I met him back in high school when people used to bully and ridicule me, even though I hadn't done anything to them.

That was when I was weak-when I tried to suppress my feelings and endure their cruelty.

"Aw, look at her! No lunch money again!"

"Not only are you unloved by your parents, but you're also broke. You're disgusting!"

"Don't befriend her, okay? If you talk to her, we'll ignore you too!"

I couldn't make friends. Anyone who tried to approach me was immediately targeted. I spent my junior high school years completely alone.

It made me sad at first, but over time, I got used to it. I accepted that no one would stand up for me but myself.

defend herself, so how could she

day,

surrounded by people chatting and laughing with

whispered when I accidentally bumped

top two buttons of his shirt were undone. He looked like he was in senior high, which made me frown since

returned to the

but I could tell he was popular. Everyone in the

when I noticed his shiny, expensive-looking shoes. Mine, by comparison, looked

have eyes?" he asked coldly, his deep voice sending chills

curtly, still staring

dollars. Why would someone like him be

look at me." His icy hands grabbed my jaw, tilting my face toward him. "I'm talking to you. Look

away and took a step back, trembling. Why was this

he watched my reaction.

were no butterflies, only

this?" He stepped closer, gripping my wrist so I couldn't escape.

he shook his head, leaning

daggers at me. Couldn't they see I wasn't

me 'Prince," he whispered, his voice low and threatening. "The prince who'll pull you out

"Sapphire!"

of me. Thankfully, I caught myself in time,

flinch. Instead, she smirked at my shocked expression. I

like that! What if I actually hit you?" I scolded

with a laugh. "Kidding aside, who were you talking about? Why should he be dead? Did you... kill

Instead, I stood and headed for the door. My thoughts

so talkative? Did the car

covering her mouth with both hands.

going home. Is someone available to drive me?" I asked, ignoring

I'd killed-or tried to kill-someone at

judgment,

I asked again because it seems like she was lost in

"Me."