She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 153

She wouldn’t dare admit her real reason for visiting the Suttons was to demand compensation.

Celine shot her a frosty glare. “And who do you think you are, marching up to the Sutton estate? You think people like you can just waltz in there?”

Celine wasn’t saying this to defend Sabrina—she just happened to think Giselle was cut from the same cloth as Sabrina: both girls from the wrong side of town.

The Suttons already had one black sheep in the family; now Giselle wanted to sully their name too?

Did she think the Suttons were some kind of public park?

She would never allow someone like Giselle to set foot on Sutton property.

Sensing Giselle’s cluelessness, Uliana lifted her chin and spoke coldly. “Do you even know who she is? She’s Sabrina’s sister. If you want to see the Suttons, you’d better get the owner’s permission first.”

The group crossed their arms, their mocking stares fixed on Giselle.

A shiver ran down Giselle’s spine. Sabrina’s sister? That meant all the nasty things she’d just said about Sabrina…

Panic fluttered in her chest. She sneaked a glance at Celine, but Celine’s face showed nothing out of the ordinary, and Giselle finally allowed herself a breath of relief.

After a hasty apology, she slunk away. She couldn’t afford to make enemies with anyone here.

As soon as she left, Elena clapped her hands in excitement. “What a scoop! Who knew she lived so wildly? With a face like that, it’d be a crime not to share this juicy gossip with the rest of our classmates.”

Meanwhile, Sabrina was watching the clock. Tonight was the final deadline. If she didn’t have the deed for the Goldcrest District by eight o’clock, she’d go live for the whole world to see. She’d make sure Hector and the Watsons became globally infamous—everyone would know just how untrustworthy they really were.

Elsewhere, in another villa, chaos reigned.

Ever since last night, Hector had been on a rampage, trashing the place in a fit of rage.

“Bastards! They dare threaten me?” he roared.

Just an hour ago, Burt had delivered Sabrina’s message: fulfill the wager, or at eight sharp tonight, she’d broadcast everything live to the world.

Hector was at his wits’ end, pacing the wreckage of his living room when his phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID, his tense expression relaxed—finally, some good news.

He jabbed the answer button.

“Hector,” came a weary voice, “we failed. Only nine of us made it out.”

They’d just been released from the police station, thanks only to a high-ranking officer who recognized them as Hector’s men. Otherwise, they’d still be in a cell.

“What? You couldn’t handle one woman? Useless!” Hector exploded, veins bulging at his temples.

He’d thought that once Sabrina was gone, all his problems would disappear. Instead, he’d lost everything and gained nothing.

“That woman was taken by Bryce. Our car’s totaled. Only nine of the guys are left.”