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 she

one day,

the cafeteria, surrounded by people chatting and laughing with

I whispered when I accidentally

was 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

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

his name, but I could tell he was popular. Everyone in the

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

have eyes?" he asked coldly, his deep voice sending

curtly, still staring at his

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

hands grabbed my jaw, tilting my face toward him. "I'm

Why was this stranger grabbing my face? And why would someone who looked so

he watched my reaction. My heart

were no

my wrist so I

he shook his head,

at me. Couldn't they see I wasn't

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

"Sapphire!"

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

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

up on me like that! What

she retorted with a laugh. "Kidding aside, who were you talking about?

didn't answer. Instead, I stood and headed for the door. My thoughts were more chaotic now,

so talkative? Did the car

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

available to drive me?"

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

instead of judgment,

again because it

"Me."