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 she defend

day,

alone to the cafeteria, surrounded by people

I whispered when I accidentally bumped into

like he was in senior high, which

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

his name, but I could tell he

expensive-looking shoes. Mine,

not have eyes?" he asked coldly, his deep voice sending chills down

I replied curtly,

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

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

reacted on instinct. I slapped his hand away and took a step back, trembling. Why was this

as he watched my

were no butterflies,

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

but he shook his

daggers at me. Couldn't they see

"The prince who'll pull you out of this shitty

"Sapphire!"

front of me. Thankfully, I

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

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

bones, like you always do?" she retorted with a laugh. "Kidding aside, who were you talking

Instead, I stood and headed for the door. My thoughts were more chaotic now, thanks

talkative? Did the car explosion shake her brain

she asked, amused, covering her mouth with both hands. I opened

someone available to drive me?" I asked, ignoring

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

judgment, she seemed

I asked again because it seems like she was

"Me."