She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 265

The man held a clear glass bottle in his hand.

With a flick of his thumb, he popped the cap off. It clattered to the floor.

In the blink of an eye, he swung his arm, hurling the liquid inside straight at Hester’s face with all his might.

Everything happened so fast. But Hester instantly realized exactly what was in that bottle.

Her reflexes kicked in—without caring who was beside her, she grabbed the nearest person and yanked them in front of her, using them as a shield.

A split second later—

“Aaaah!”

Two blood-curdling screams tore through the ballroom, sharp and shrill enough to drown out the music.

Chaos erupted around the stage as guests scattered in every direction.

Hester’s dance partner was the first to react, panic twisting his features as he shouted desperately for help.

“Help! Somebody help!”

Some of the acid had splashed onto him.

His suit jacket disintegrated in patches as the corrosive liquid ate through the fabric, burning his skin beneath until it stuck to the ruined cloth.

Agonizing pain shot through him, so intense he nearly blacked out.

By then, the security team had rushed over. In fact, the moment the man threw the acid, they’d already been charging through the crowd, but the chaos slowed them down.

The attacker didn’t even try to run. He just stood there, waiting for security to grab him. When he saw the two women’s faces disfigured by the acid, a twisted, chilling smile flickered across his lips.

Not far away, Desmond froze in terror as he heard the screams.

“Quick! Call an ambulance!” he barked.

This was a Sutton family event—no matter who got hurt, the family would be held responsible. His heart pounded in his throat.

He’d clearly heard two women’s voices. What if…?

Desmond didn’t dare finish the thought. He could only pray everyone would survive.

He thought one of the screams sounded like Hester—and the other…

He shoved through the panicked crowd, shouting, “Move! Move out of the way!”

Then he saw them—two women lying unconscious on the floor, badly injured.

She was petrified at the sight of her mistress’s injuries. With everyone else in a panic and Dr. Lawrence out, she’d grabbed her phone and dialed for help.

Desmond looked down at his wife, barely recognizable in his arms, and a wave of sorrow crashed over him.

With all the security at this event, nothing like this should have happened.

But that thought steadied him. He took out his phone, called the police, and gave a quick order to the security team behind him.

“Watch him. Make sure he stays alive.”

He was worried someone had hired a hitman and the attacker would try to take his own life—if that happened, they’d never find out who was behind this.

With so many guards on duty tonight, something this serious could only mean one thing: whoever planned this knew the Sutton family inside and out.

Just then, the giant screen at the center of the stage, which had been showing a slideshow of the Sutton sisters’ photos, suddenly flickered.

A new video began to play—something ugly and out of place.

The man’s face in the footage was blurred out, impossible to identify. But the woman was instantly recognizable to everyone in the room.

It was Hester—the guest of honor that night.