She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 316

Bryce glanced at his watch, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“Keep her mouth shut. Give it five more minutes. When Sabrina arrives, we’ll deal with her together.”

“Yes, sir.”

Lyle bowed his head and slipped out of the room.

The people who had snatched Hester were none other than Bryce’s men—assigned to tail her ever since she’d been cast out of the Sutton family.

They’d watched as Celine’s people abducted her midway, never intervening, just keeping their distance and biding their time.

Sabrina had made it clear: she wanted Hester to experience the full spectrum—from disappointment to despair, and just when she tasted hope, to rip it away and show her what true hopelessness felt like.

It was less than five minutes before Sabrina arrived.

“Where is she?” Sabrina asked, cool and businesslike.

“In the basement. Let’s go see what she has to say.”

The basement’s claustrophobic air no longer fazed Sabrina. Hester’s voice was hoarse from screaming, but she snapped her head up at the sound of the door opening.

When she caught sight of that tall, all-too-familiar figure, the panic in her eyes curdled into a thunderous scowl.

“Sabrina? You’re the one behind this? Tell them to let me go, right now!”

Her face twisted with rage and fear, barely recognizable.

Sabrina walked in, her steps measured, her gaze calm and icy.

“What’s your plan with Hector?” she asked, her voice even and chilling.

She ignored Hester’s shouted demands.

Hester’s eyes darted anxiously. She couldn’t afford to give up Hector—he was her last ace, her ticket to climbing back to the top, to finally putting Sabrina and Celine beneath her feet.

There was no time to plead or prepare.

In the next instant, two burly guards seized her, dragging her toward the tub.

Suddenly, a pair of iron-strong arms locked around her from behind, shoving her head under the icy water before she could scream.

Freezing water flooded her nose and mouth.

Panic exploded in her chest—a sensation like an invisible fist crushing her throat, making it impossible to breathe.

Her lungs and windpipe burned, ready to burst under the pressure.

She was certain she was dying.

Just as she thought she couldn’t take another second, the hands yanked her up, letting her gasp for a few precious breaths.