She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 258

“Oh, come on! And you two still claim there’s nothing going on? Sabrina, you literally said you’d rely on him in the future!”

Stella, worried Sabrina might get fooled by Bryce, started talking faster.

“Listen to me, Sabrina. You really can’t let him trick you. The York family is… complicated. You’re not cut out for that world. You’ll only end up getting hurt.”

“You’re beautiful, smart, and capable—he doesn’t deserve you. He—”

“Mm-mm—!”

Before Stella could finish, Bryce clapped a big hand over her mouth.

“Hey, don’t talk nonsense, Stella. If you want to warn Sabrina, fine—but do you have to badmouth me to my face?”

Bryce was genuinely worried that if Stella kept going, he’d start doubting himself.

Stella pried his hand off and gave him two hard punches.

“Maybe if you didn’t act the way you do, I wouldn’t have to say it!”

“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” Sabrina said, exasperated as she watched the two bicker. “Bryce and I are just business partners, nothing more. Stop making things up!”

These two were a handful.

The Walker family and the York family were both prominent old-money clans in Crowncrest City. Stella and Bryce had known each other since childhood.

Stella couldn’t stand Bryce’s laid-back, irresponsible attitude.

Bryce was equally annoyed by Stella’s tough-as-nails, tomboyish ways.

So, basically, whenever these two were together, it was instant fireworks. Neither could tolerate the other, and yet their bond was rock solid. Sure, they argued all the time, but when it really mattered, they always had each other’s backs.

Bryce even looked out for Stella like a big brother sometimes.

Their squabbling was just business as usual.

See? They’d already made up again.

As for Bryce and Sabrina’s relationship, Sabrina had insisted Bryce keep it under wraps—not to mention telling everyone else to keep quiet—because, on paper, Sabrina had sold that prime property in Goldcrest District to Bryce.

In reality, they’d been plotting to develop it together all along.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in Sutton Manor—

She absentmindedly traced the scar on her other hand.

She’d used the best ointments, seen the best specialists, but the mark was still visible. The doctor said it would be at least three more months before her hand looked normal again.

Her hands were her pride and joy—how was she supposed to paint or play the piano like this?

All because of that wretched woman.

…

Back in the dressing room, Stella picked out a pair of heels she liked and spun around in front of the mirror.

“What do you guys think? Do the shoes go with the dress?”

“They look great,” Sabrina said.

“Not bad,” Bryce chimed in, stepping up to the mirror and striking a few over-the-top poses. “But let’s be honest—nothing looks as good as me.”

He spun again, admiring his reflection. “I swear, I look good in anything. Born this handsome—it’s just unfair to everyone else.”