She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 140

The Goldcrest District property—Marshall regretted it, but who was Hector? There was no way he'd ever let Marshall get that land back.

There weren’t many people out tonight. The April breeze was gentle, soft against the skin and almost soothing.

She remembered a little alley up ahead, a cozy place where the aroma of creamy ricotta always lingered in the air. Thinking of that, Sabrina quickened her pace, gliding down the street as if carried by the wind.

When she passed through the alley and stepped onto the familiar street, everything looked just as she remembered.

But as she gazed down the block, she noticed something odd.

There were several men in black suits standing at the entrance of the restaurant. Had the staff switched up their style?

Sabrina wondered about it, but curiosity got the better of her. In a few brisk steps, she reached the door.

A closer look revealed the truth: these weren’t servers. They were hefty men wearing sunglasses, standing rigidly at attention.

Inside, a young man sat eating, while the owner hovered dutifully behind him.

It only took one glance for Sabrina to recognize him—Bryce.

She’d seen him at the last high-stakes game at Siren’s Club.

But what was he doing here, eating in this kind of place? Judging by the empty dining room, he must have rented out the whole restaurant.

Sabrina felt a pang of disappointment at missing out on her creamy ricotta tonight. She would have to come back another time.

Just as she turned to leave, Bryce glanced up and caught sight of her. His eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly set down his fork and knife, calling out, “Wait a second!”

Sabrina paused, a little bewildered by the sudden shout, and turned back just as Bryce was already coming out to meet her.

“It’s you! What a coincidence. Are you here for dinner too?” Bryce greeted her with a natural ease that almost seemed rehearsed. Ever since that night at Siren’s Club, he’d been looking for a chance to get to know her.

But after that fateful game, she’d never shown up at the club again.

He’d seen videos of her online—fighting at school, outplaying opponents at Siren’s Club—one jaw-dropping incident after another. Women like her were rare.

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