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 could

day,

alone to the cafeteria, surrounded by people chatting and laughing

I whispered when I accidentally bumped

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

eyes briefly flicked to his face but quickly returned to the floor when

but I could tell he was popular. Everyone

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

asked coldly,

do," I replied curtly, still staring at

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

face toward him. "I'm talking to you. Look me in the eyes, lady." "W-What the

I slapped his 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 like

into a smirk as he watched my reaction. My

were no

stepped closer, gripping my wrist so I couldn't

back, but he shook his head,

our proximity, and some glared daggers at me. Couldn't

voice low and threatening. "The prince who'll pull you out of this shitty

"Sapphire!"

reflexes almost made me punch Evangeline, who was now standing in front of me. Thankfully, I caught myself in time, stopping

my shocked expression. I lowered my hand,

me like that! What if I actually

you always do?" she retorted with a laugh. "Kidding aside,

for the door. My thoughts were more chaotic now,

suddenly so talkative? Did

hands. I opened the

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

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

instead of judgment, she

I asked again because it seems

"Me."