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

day,

surrounded by people chatting and laughing with

I whispered when I accidentally

guy was wearing our school uniform, but the top two 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. They had their own

face but quickly returned to the floor

name, but I could tell he was popular. Everyone

expensive-looking shoes. Mine, by comparison, looked

not have eyes?" he asked coldly, his deep

replied curtly, still

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

toward him. "I'm talking to you. Look me

on instinct. I slapped his hand away and took a step back, trembling. Why was

into a smirk as he watched my reaction. My heart pounded

were no butterflies, only

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

shot back, but he shook his

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

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

"Sapphire!"

punch Evangeline, who was now standing in front of me. Thankfully, I caught myself in

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

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

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

and headed for the door.

talkative? Did the car

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

available to drive me?" I asked, ignoring her

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

instead of judgment, she seemed

Evangeline?" I asked again because it seems like

"Me."