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

one day, things

walking alone to the cafeteria, surrounded by people

I whispered when I accidentally

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.

returned to the floor when I saw

I could tell he was popular. Everyone in

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

he asked coldly, his deep

replied curtly, still staring at his

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

my jaw, tilting my face toward him. "I'm talking to you. Look me in the

was this stranger grabbing my face? And why would someone who looked so wealthy bother with someone

watched my reaction. My heart

no

He stepped closer, gripping my wrist so I couldn't escape. "I'm

he shook his head,

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

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

"Sapphire!"

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

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

on me like that! What if I

she retorted with a laugh. "Kidding aside, who were

didn't answer. Instead, I stood and headed for the door. My thoughts were

was she suddenly so talkative? Did the car explosion

both hands. I opened the door

home. Is someone available to drive

knowing I'd killed-or tried to kill-someone at such a young

judgment, she seemed

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

"Me."