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, so how could she

one day,

surrounded by people chatting and

I whispered when I accidentally bumped

but the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. He looked like he was in senior high, which

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

could tell he was popular. Everyone in the room was staring

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

eyes?" he asked coldly,

I replied curtly, still staring at his

cost thousands of dollars. Why would someone like him

face toward him. "I'm

slapped his hand away and took a step back, trembling. Why was this stranger grabbing my face? And why would

lips curled into a smirk as he watched my reaction. My heart

no butterflies, only

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

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

glared daggers at me. Couldn't

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

"Sapphire!"

almost made me punch Evangeline, who was now standing in front of me. Thankfully,

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

me like that! What if

with a laugh. "Kidding aside, who were

for the door. My thoughts were more

suddenly so talkative? Did the car

amused, covering her mouth with both hands. I opened

available to drive me?" I

killed-or tried to kill-someone at such

instead of judgment,

me home, Evangeline?" I asked again because it seems like she was lost in

"Me."