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.

mother couldn't defend herself, so how could

one day,

cafeteria, surrounded by people

I whispered when I accidentally

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

to his face but quickly returned to the

tell he

I noticed his shiny, expensive-looking shoes. Mine,

he asked coldly,

do," I replied curtly, still staring

of dollars. Why would someone like him be attending a

jaw, tilting my face toward him. "I'm talking to you. Look me

Why was this stranger grabbing my face?

lips curled into a smirk as he watched my

were no

my wrist so I couldn't escape. "I'm the only one who can

I shot back, but he shook his head, leaning close

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

call me 'Prince," he whispered, his voice low and threatening. "The prince

"Sapphire!"

front of me. Thankfully, I caught myself in time, stopping my

smirked at my shocked expression.

on me like that! What if I actually hit you?" I

if I break your bones, like you always do?" she retorted with a laugh. "Kidding

I stood and headed for the door. My thoughts were

talkative? Did the car

covering her mouth with both hands. I opened the door to

someone available to drive me?" I asked, ignoring

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

judgment,

asked again because

"Me."