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.

my mother couldn't defend herself,

day,

the cafeteria, surrounded by people chatting and laughing with their

when I

looked like he was in senior high, which made me frown

returned to the

his name, but I could tell he was popular. Everyone in the room was staring

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

you not have eyes?" he asked coldly, his deep voice sending

I replied curtly, still staring

cost thousands of dollars. Why would someone like him

tilting my face toward him. "I'm

and took a step back, trembling. Why was this stranger grabbing my face? And why would someone

as he watched my reaction. My

no butterflies,

closer, gripping my wrist so I couldn't escape. "I'm the only one who

shot back, but he shook

and some glared daggers at me. Couldn't

whispered, his voice low and threatening. "The prince who'll pull

"Sapphire!"

me punch Evangeline, who was now standing in front of me.

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

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

if I break your bones, like you always do?" she retorted with a laugh. "Kidding aside, who were you talking about? Why should he

and headed for the door. My thoughts were more chaotic now, thanks

suddenly so talkative? Did the car explosion shake her

she asked, amused, covering her mouth with both hands. I opened the

to drive

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

instead of judgment, she

home, Evangeline?" I asked again because it seems like she was lost in her

"Me."