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.

couldn't defend herself, so

day, things

alone to the cafeteria, surrounded by people chatting and laughing with

I

was 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

to the floor when I saw

name, but I could tell he was

shiny, expensive-looking shoes. Mine, by

have eyes?" he asked coldly, his

do," I replied curtly,

cost thousands of dollars. Why would someone like him

tilting my face toward him. "I'm talking to you.

and took a step back, trembling. Why was

watched my reaction. My heart pounded in

were no

gripping my wrist so I couldn't escape.

shot back, but he shook his head, leaning close to

our proximity, and some glared daggers at me.

and threatening. "The prince

"Sapphire!"

of me. Thankfully, I caught myself in time, stopping my fist just before it hit her

didn't flinch. Instead, she smirked at my shocked expression. I lowered my hand, placing one leg

on me like that! What if

break your bones, like you always do?" she retorted with a laugh. "Kidding aside, who were you talking

I stood and headed for the door. My thoughts

so talkative? Did the

you did?" she asked, amused, covering her mouth with both hands. I opened the door to leave. "Oh my god,

home. Is someone available to

killed-or tried to kill-someone at such a young

of judgment, she

again because it seems like she

"Me."