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

day,

was walking alone to the cafeteria, surrounded by people

I accidentally bumped into a

was in senior high, which made me frown since this cafeteria was for junior high students. They had their own cafeteria,

to the floor when I

didn't know his name, but I could tell he was popular.

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

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

I replied curtly,

dollars. Why would someone like him be

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

took a step back, trembling. Why was this stranger grabbing my

lips curled into a smirk as he watched my

were no

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

saving," I shot back, but he shook

our proximity, and some glared daggers at me. Couldn't they see I wasn't the one

can call me 'Prince," he whispered, his voice low and threatening. "The prince who'll pull you out of this shitty life

"Sapphire!"

now standing in front of me. Thankfully, I caught myself in time, stopping my fist just before

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

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

she retorted with a laugh. "Kidding aside, who were you talking about? Why should he

I stood and headed for the door. My thoughts

suddenly so talkative? Did the car explosion shake her brain

both hands. I opened

to drive me?" I

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

of judgment,

Evangeline?" I asked again because it seems

"Me."