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,

one day,

the cafeteria, surrounded by people chatting and laughing with

I accidentally

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

to his face but quickly returned to

could tell he was popular. Everyone in

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

he asked coldly, his deep voice

do," I replied curtly, still staring at

by their design, they must've cost thousands of dollars. Why would someone

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

trembling. Why was this stranger grabbing my face? And why would someone

a smirk as he watched my reaction. My

were no butterflies,

sure about this?" He stepped closer, gripping my wrist so I couldn't escape. "I'm the only one who can

don't need saving," I shot back, but he shook his head, leaning close

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

voice low and threatening. "The prince who'll pull you

"Sapphire!"

of me. Thankfully, I caught

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

What if I actually hit you?" I scolded

do?" she retorted with a laugh. "Kidding

and headed for the door. My thoughts were

talkative? Did the car

did?" she asked, amused, covering her mouth with both hands. I

home. Is someone available to drive me?"

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

judgment, she seemed

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

"Me."