She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 125

“Well, if it’s racing, I’m not even eighteen yet. Doesn’t seem fair to compete. As for a fight, come on—a grown man beating a girl? Not exactly a proud moment. That just leaves cards or horseback riding.” Sabrina hesitated, her tone measured.

Her words made a rush of pride swell in Hector’s chest.

Racing was his thing. No one could touch him behind the wheel.

He might have been the Watson family’s black sheep—the son more famous for parties and late-night escapades than business meetings. But out on the track, he was untouchable.

It was the one thing that made people admire him. For once, he wasn’t just a disappointment. Even his hard-to-please father had praised him for bringing honor to the Watson name.

But Sabrina was right. Challenging her to a race would be unfair. She was just a teenager, and he was practically a pro—what kind of man would take advantage like that? Not Hector.

Fighting was out of the question. A man doesn’t raise a hand to a woman.

Horseback riding? If she fell, if she got hurt… Hector couldn’t stomach the idea. Not with someone like her.

That left cards.

And when it came to cards, Hector was nearly unbeatable. He’d only ever lost once—and that was to the legendary Gambling King. No shame in that.

“So, how about a game of cards?” Hector suggested, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

Exactly the trap Sabrina had set for him.

She knew he’d choose cards.

“Why don’t we go somewhere and get to know each other first?” she said, her voice casual.

“Fine. But you’ll have to prove yourself. If you win, I’ll agree to your terms. But if you lose…”

“And if you lose…” Sabrina added, eyebrow arched.

For a moment, Hector blinked in surprise—then burst out laughing.

“You have some nerve,” Marshall scoffed. “You think you can just say it and it’ll happen? Do you even know what Goldcrest District—”

Hector silenced Marshall with a raised hand. When it came to power, the Watsons dwarfed the Harper family. If Hector wanted something, and money could buy it, he made it happen.

He couldn’t help but laugh again—amused, incredulous, admiring her audacity.

This woman really didn’t know her limits.

He turned to Marshall, raising an eyebrow. “That property’s yours, isn’t it? I’ll take it. Name your price.”

Marshall froze, stunned. Did Hector realize what he was saying? Goldcrest District was prime real estate. You couldn’t just give it away on a whim.

The Harpers might have benefited from their connection to the Watsons, but this was reckless.

He tried to talk Hector down. “Hector, don’t let her rope you into this. Goldcrest District is worth a fortune. Putting it up as a wager… it’s just too much.”