She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 244

Hector Watson!

Of course she knew Hector from the Glenwood Clan.

The Watson family was its own independent force.

At least, to many outsiders, that’s exactly how it seemed—separate, powerful, a law unto themselves.

And Glenwood’s true authority lay with the Watsons.

Hester brushed her flawless cheek with her fingers, gathering her confidence before heading straight across the street.

Not far away, Celine watched as Hester strode toward the bar where Hector had just entered. A sly, amused smile tugged at Celine’s lips. She quickly typed out a message on her phone: "Photos. Video."

What Celine didn’t realize was that, inside the car parked just across the road, two pairs of eyes were watching her every move.

“How did you know Hector would show up?” Uliana asked, puzzled.

Ever since Celine found out about Hester and Marshall’s tryst, she hadn’t reacted at all. Uliana had assumed Celine was so heartbroken she’d decided to just let those two be.

But Sabrina had told her otherwise. Celine was plotting something big—she wouldn’t stay quiet for long.

And sure enough, she didn’t.

Hector’s whereabouts? Sabrina had made sure someone “accidentally” leaked them to Celine.

Sabrina just smiled, a hint of wry amusement in her eyes. “Hector makes such a spectacle of himself wherever he goes. It doesn’t take much effort to track a guy like that.”

She wasn’t wrong. Hector was always in the spotlight; his movements were never a secret. And if you wanted to bribe someone in his entourage, well, that was the easiest thing in the world.

In this life, there isn’t a soul who doesn’t like money.

“I have to hand it to you,” Uliana said with a self-deprecating laugh. “I must’ve been an idiot to ever go up against you.”

Sabrina said nothing.

She wasn’t some mastermind. Life had just knocked sense into her early, and she’d learned to see things coming.

“We’ve been watching long enough. I’m starving—let’s get something to eat,” Sabrina said, gripping the steering wheel as she prepared to drive off.

“Sure, you call the shots,” Uliana replied, already falling in step. It was as if Sabrina could read her mind, always knowing what she’d do or think next.

And Sabrina never seemed to lose.

He slammed his glass down on the table, irritation flaring as he tugged at his collar, his temper showing.

“You guys really have no sense. Hector’s just come from another bar—he’s had more than enough. Come on, give Hector a massage, loosen him up a little,” one of the men interjected, eager to smooth things over, a placating grin on his face.

No one wanted to risk Hector’s wrath.

The mood shifted. The singing and laughter faded as people quieted down, wary.

Even the women hesitated, unsure whether to approach.

Hector propped his foot up on one woman’s leg and barked, “Massage.”

They jumped to obey—some kneading his shoulders, others rubbing his temples.

The laughter and conversation slowly returned, the party mood creeping back into the room.

Just then, the door to the lounge swung open.

The guy nearest the door scowled, ready to snap. They’d made it clear to the servers: no interruptions. And yet, here was someone barging in.

But when he caught sight of the woman’s strikingly beautiful face, the words died on his lips. He forced a smile instead. “Miss, are you looking for someone?”