She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 229

Sabrina never felt comfortable in such a lively crowd. The conversations swirling around her were about subjects she couldn’t care less about.

On top of that, she had to keep an eye on Celine, who looked ready to start something at any moment. With nothing better to do, she helped herself to a slice of cake—she’d need her strength if she ended up facing off with an enemy tonight.

She didn’t expect to be interrupted.

“Something on your mind?” Sabrina asked coolly.

“Don’t tell me you don’t remember me? It’s Conrad,” he replied, dodging the question entirely.

Of course she remembered.

Celine’s number one lapdog—and backup plan.

He knew full well he didn't stand a chance with Celine, but that didn’t stop him from playing the loyal knight, ready to go to war for her, always putting himself between her and trouble, doing anything she asked.

Was it love, or was he just out of his mind?

Conrad didn’t seem bothered in the slightest by Sabrina’s frosty demeanor. He just smiled, almost amused.

“Seems like I’m not really welcome here.”

Sabrina placed her cup on the silver tray a passing servant offered, then gave Conrad a lazy, dismissive glance.

“At least you’re self-aware,” she said, turning to leave.

Conrad was momentarily stunned. He hadn’t expected her to be so blunt, not even bothering with pleasantries.

He was just trying to make small talk. Such a beautiful girl, standing here alone—he thought maybe she could use some company. Clearly, she wasn’t interested.

She was just too cold. If it had been Celine instead...

His gaze drifted to that dazzling figure at the other end of the room. Celine was laughing and chatting with a guy, looking as radiant as ever.

A wave of disappointment washed over Conrad. He grabbed a glass of fruit wine from the table and downed several gulps in quick succession.

A classmate called out to him, and he followed the group over to the poolside.

By the time the party was in full swing, most people had gathered around the pool, chatting and enjoying the night air.

Suddenly, the girl standing next to Sabrina lost her balance, bumping hard into Sabrina’s shoulder. As she stumbled, her body tilted toward Uliana, who was a few steps away.

Wanda, Celine’s longtime friend from another school, was Celine’s favorite weapon—point her at a target, and she’d go after them without question.

Wanda didn’t come from money. She had a desperate need to impress, and Celine made good use of that, tossing her old shoes, dresses, and purses Wanda’s way as rewards.

Wanda was more than happy to play the loyal sidekick, waiting eagerly for Celine’s next order.

Tonight, the plan was simple: Wanda’s job was to push Sabrina into the pool. That was it—task complete.

Instead, she’d managed to get herself tossed in, and dragged Celine down with her.

Wanda couldn’t swim. She clung to Celine for dear life, arms locked in a death grip around her neck.

Celine could swim—under normal circumstances. But with Wanda hanging onto her like an anchor, she could barely get a breath, her lungs screaming for air as she sank lower and lower.

She caught glimpses of worried faces on the pool deck, but no one moved to help.

She thrashed desperately, panic mounting, every instinct screaming at her to fight for the surface—but her strength was fading fast.

Just as she was about to give up, something happened.