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

day,

was walking alone to the cafeteria, surrounded by people chatting

I accidentally

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

to his face but quickly returned to the floor when

his name, but I could tell he was popular. Everyone in

expensive-looking shoes. Mine, by comparison, looked like

coldly, his deep voice

I replied curtly, still staring at his

must've cost thousands of dollars. Why would someone

look at me." His icy hands grabbed my jaw, tilting my face toward

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

he watched my reaction. My heart pounded in

no butterflies, only

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

I shot back, but he shook his head,

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

and threatening. "The prince who'll pull you out

"Sapphire!"

in front of me. Thankfully, I

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

up on me like that! What if I actually

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

stood and headed for the door. My thoughts

was she suddenly so talkative? Did the car explosion

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

going home. Is someone available to drive me?" I

knowing I'd killed-or tried

of judgment, she

because it seems like she was lost in her

"Me."