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,

day, things

alone to the cafeteria, surrounded by people chatting and laughing with their

when I

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

quickly returned to the floor when I saw the sharpness of his

know his name, but I could tell he was popular.

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

he asked coldly, his deep voice sending chills down

do," I replied curtly, still staring at his

cost thousands of dollars. Why would someone like

His icy hands grabbed my jaw, tilting my face toward him. "I'm talking to you. Look

hand away and took a step back, trembling. Why was this stranger grabbing my face? And why would someone who looked so wealthy bother with someone

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

were no

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

need saving," I shot back, but he shook his head,

at me. Couldn't they see I wasn't the one who

whispered, his voice low and threatening. "The prince who'll pull you out of

"Sapphire!"

standing in front of me. Thankfully,

shocked expression. I lowered my hand, placing

that! What if I actually

retorted with a laugh. "Kidding aside, who were you talking about? Why should he be dead? Did you... kill

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

Did

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

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

thought she'd be disgusted, knowing I'd killed-or tried to kill-someone at such a

judgment, she

home, Evangeline?" I asked again because it

"Me."