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

day,

walking alone to the cafeteria, surrounded by people chatting

I accidentally bumped

shirt were undone. He looked like he was in senior high, which made me frown since this cafeteria was for junior high students. They had their own

his face but quickly returned to the floor

he was popular. Everyone

shiny, expensive-looking shoes. Mine, by comparison, looked like

asked coldly, his deep

I replied curtly, still staring

of dollars. Why would someone

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

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

he watched my reaction. My heart pounded

were no butterflies, only

stepped closer, gripping my wrist so I couldn't escape. "I'm the only one

shot back, but he shook his head, leaning close to my

at our proximity, and some glared daggers at me.

his voice low and threatening. "The prince

"Sapphire!"

Evangeline, who was now standing in front of me. Thankfully, I caught myself in time, stopping my fist just before

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

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

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

and headed for the

suddenly so talkative? Did the

both hands.

home. Is someone available to drive me?" I

knowing I'd killed-or tried

of judgment,

asked again because it seems

"Me."