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,

one day,

to the cafeteria, surrounded by people chatting and laughing with

whispered when I

wearing our school uniform, but the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. He looked like he was in senior high, which made me frown since this cafeteria was for junior high students. They had their own cafeteria, so why was he

briefly flicked to his face but quickly returned to the floor when I

didn't know his name, but I could tell he was popular. Everyone in the room was

expensive-looking shoes. Mine, by

he asked coldly,

do," I replied curtly,

dollars. Why would someone like him be attending a public

my jaw, tilting my face toward him. "I'm talking to you. Look me

slapped his hand away and took a step back, trembling. Why was this stranger grabbing my face? And why would someone who looked so wealthy bother with someone

he watched my reaction. My heart pounded

were no

about this?" He stepped closer, gripping my wrist so I

shot back, but he shook

proximity, and some glared daggers at me. Couldn't they see

call me 'Prince," he whispered, his voice low and threatening. "The prince

"Sapphire!"

reflexes almost made me punch Evangeline, who was now standing in front of me. Thankfully, I caught myself in time, stopping

she smirked at my shocked expression. I lowered

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

bones, like you always do?" she retorted with a laugh. "Kidding

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

Did the car explosion shake her brain

hands. I opened

someone available to drive

thought she'd be disgusted, knowing I'd killed-or tried to kill-someone

instead of judgment,

can drive me home, Evangeline?" I asked again because it seems like she was lost

"Me."