She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 190

The two of them seemed to spot something interesting and headed off that way, chattering excitedly.

That’s when the troublemaker showed up, this time alone.

He climbed into a car.

“Zoom in here,” Sabrina said, pointing at a corner of the surveillance feed.

“That’s as close as it gets. The camera’s too far, and the park’s system isn’t high-def,” replied a bodyguard by her side.

“If I’m right, Yvette and the others are probably inside that car.”

Nothing that convenient was ever a coincidence.

“What do we do now?” Faye was drawing a blank; to trace the car, they’d need access to traffic cameras along the route.

But how could they get hold of that footage?

Wait. The police.

“I’ll send this info to the police.”

They needed to cover all bases: let the police follow one thread, while they kept pulling on another.

“Keep eyes on Liana,” Sabrina said coolly. “If she’s the one who took them, we just have to shadow her.”

“And Cyrus. I’ll handle him,” she added, tone icy calm.

Without wasting another second, Sabrina pulled out her phone and dialed two numbers—one for Bryce, one for Samuel.

Both men had resources and connections; if there was gossip or news, it’d reach their ears fast.

If Faye’s people tried tailing Liana or Cyrus and were spotted, there’d be no end to the trouble. Faye needed to stay in the shadows, at least until those two were dealt with.

Meanwhile—

Yvette and Lennox began to wake from a heavy, drugged sleep.

Behind the wheel sat a skinny, middle-aged man; beside him, stationed like a guard, was a burly man with a thick neck and a mean face.

The fat man’s scowl vanished, replaced by a puffed-up grin. No one had ever complimented him like that, especially not a kid.

Children never lie, he thought. Maybe I really do look good.

The driver laughed mockingly, “Kid, you need to get your eyes checked. He’s built like a blimp—cool, my ass!”

Lennox didn’t let it faze him. His eyes sparkled with feigned admiration. “He’s got a solid build. My mom always says that’s what makes a man trustworthy. Girls love guys like him, but…”

He pivoted smoothly, “And you, sir, up front—your jawline is just like a movie star’s! You two aren’t brothers, are you? You’re both so handsome.”

The skinny driver burst out laughing, genuinely amused. Just a kid, he thought, harmless enough. Besides, he’s a talkative one.

“You got a silver tongue, kid. Maybe I’ll—” The driver caught himself, shutting his mouth before he said too much. All they needed to do was follow orders. Everything else was above their pay grade.

Yvette clung tightly to Lennox’s jacket, pressing close to him. As she listened to him shower those two thugs with praise, she dared to lift her head ever so slightly.

Her eyes darted over the men, sharp and quick, taking in every detail.