She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 70

After Finley finished speaking, he felt like he’d just done something heroic.

After all, it would be a real shame if a girl as pretty as her ended up with a black eye or a busted lip.

But the girl seated behind him didn’t react at all.

A flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes.

He’d been hoping to play the hero—wasn’t this the kind of moment when girls were supposed to get nervous just hearing the name of the school bully?

Then he could swoop in, become her knight in shining armor, and maybe get a little closer to her.

But from the look of things…

“Aren’t you scared?” he asked.

Sabrina looked up, meeting his gaze with calm indifference. “Why should I be?”

Finley was caught off guard; this wasn’t the response he’d expected.

She really was fearless—like a cub unafraid of the lion.

He shook his head, still a little bewildered.

But, to be fair, those two really were troublemakers.

The students sitting nearby had overheard their conversation, and now the new girl had piqued their curiosity.

If she wasn’t even afraid of the school bully, did she have some powerful connections?

After class, a few girls gathered around Sabrina.

“Sabrina, are you from Port City? What does your family do?”

Most of the students in this class came from wealthy backgrounds. If Sabrina’s family moved in high society, they’d probably have heard of her. But she was a complete stranger—definitely not the daughter of any family they knew.

They needed to figure out her background so they could decide how to treat her.

If she came from a good family, they’d want to be friends.

“My father is Desmond Sutton, chairman of the Sutton Group,” Sabrina replied.

Before long, the news that Sabrina was Celine’s older sister spread through the class like wildfire.

“Can you believe it? She’s actually Celine’s long-lost sister!” someone whispered.

“I know, I know—keep your voice down or she’ll get her blood all over you,” another replied.

Maya laughed, delighted. “I thought with a face like hers, she’d have boys lining up at her desk. Guess looks aren’t everything—she’s still a nobody.”

“I heard she used to sell herself. I mean, growing up in a place like that, and looking the way she does—how else could she have survived?”

“What a waste,” someone sighed. “Such a pretty face, ruined by a dirty reputation.”

“Don’t believe everything you read online. Stuff like that is just cruel.”

“Oh? Feel sorry for her, do you? Then why don’t you go sit next to her?”

“Let’s all just keep our distance. She’s trash. I don’t know what the school was thinking, putting someone like her in our class. I’m going to complain.”

A circle of girls huddled together, voices lowered to a harsh buzz, gossip swirling in the air.