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.

herself, so how

one day,

walking alone to the cafeteria, surrounded by people chatting

whispered when I accidentally

shirt were undone. He looked like he was in senior high,

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

he was popular.

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

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

curtly, still staring at his

cost thousands of dollars. Why would someone like him be attending a public

face toward

body reacted on instinct. I slapped his hand away and took a step back, trembling. Why was this stranger grabbing my face? And why

smirk as he watched my reaction. My heart pounded in fear-not

no

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

need saving," I shot back, but he shook

some glared daggers at me. Couldn't they

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

"Sapphire!"

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

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

up on me like that! What

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

Instead, I stood and headed for the door. My thoughts were more

Did the car explosion

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

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

I'd killed-or tried to kill-someone

judgment, she

me home, Evangeline?" I asked again because it seems like she

"Me."