She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 52

Dressed in Celine, using Celine’s handbag, and now even occupying Celine’s room.

Unbelievable. She’d never met anyone so shameless.

Elena stepped forward, shielding Celine behind her.

To anyone who didn’t know better, the scene looked like Sabrina was some kind of bully, picking on three innocent girls.

Every single time she’d ever clashed with Celine, it was always the same: Celine’s friends would leap to her defense, standing protectively in front, ready to fight her battles for her.

All Celine had to do was play the part of the sweet, naïve, well-mannered girl in the background—pure, good, and utterly blameless.

Those besotted trust-fund boys who fell for her, no matter how battered and bruised, would do anything to clear her path of obstacles.

Meanwhile, Celine’s loyal circle transformed into self-righteous avengers, determined to right every wrong done to their darling friend.

And now, here it was again: the same old scene, playing out like clockwork.

“People like you, coming from God-knows-where, and you dare to sit here eating steak? How do you even have the nerve? Don’t think wearing a knockoff designer dress will turn you into some sort of heiress,” Uliana sneered, both hands braced against the table, glaring down at Sabrina from across the linen.

She couldn’t help it—the more she looked at Sabrina, the more she hated her.

Sabrina calmly took a napkin and dabbed the corners of her mouth. “There’s a sign on the wall: ‘The customer is always right.’ Who exactly is that for? I came here to eat, I’m a customer. But instead of decent service, I get a tongue-lashing from you. What do you think should be done about that?”

She leaned back, tone steady and unhurried, eyes fixed on Uliana without a hint of embarrassment or fear. “Did your parents never teach you that if you want respect, you should show some first? Even a toddler understands that. How old are you, again?”

She played the damsel beautifully—the fragile, gentle girl on the verge of tears.

As Uliana and Elena spat out their insults, Sabrina glanced at the steak still sitting on her plate.

Great. Uliana had practically sprayed spit all over it. How was she supposed to eat that now?

Uliana was about to open her mouth again when, suddenly, the leftover bits of food from Sabrina’s plate landed squarely on her face.

Too bad there was only one plate—otherwise, Sabrina would have given each of them a taste.

A shriek cut through the restaurant, Uliana howling like a banshee as the mess dripped down her chin.