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 how

one day, things

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

when I accidentally bumped into a

He looked like he was in senior high, which made me frown since this cafeteria was

but quickly returned to the floor when I saw the sharpness of his

but I could tell he was popular. Everyone in the room

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

coldly, his

replied curtly, still staring at his

by their design, they must've cost thousands of dollars. Why would someone like him be

His icy hands grabbed my jaw, tilting my face toward him. "I'm talking to

back, trembling. Why was this stranger grabbing my face? And why would someone who looked so wealthy

as he watched my reaction. My

no

wrist so I couldn't escape. "I'm

but he shook his head, leaning close to my

at me. Couldn't they see I

his voice low and threatening. "The prince who'll pull you out of this shitty life you're

"Sapphire!"

almost made me punch Evangeline, who was now standing in front of me. Thankfully, I caught myself in time, stopping my fist just before it

Instead, she smirked at my shocked expression. I lowered my hand, placing one leg

on me like that! What

like you always do?" she retorted with a laugh. "Kidding aside, who were you talking about? Why should he be dead? Did you...

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

so talkative? Did the car

you did?" she asked, amused, covering her mouth with both hands. I opened the door

Is someone available to drive me?" I asked, ignoring her

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

judgment,

asked again because it seems like she was

"Me."