She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 28

Burt caught Celia’s signal and hesitated for a moment.

He felt conflicted. Samuel wasn’t someone you just challenged on a whim.

But the girl before him had named Samuel without the slightest hesitation.

Burt didn’t falter any longer.

He decided to inform Samuel of the situation and let the man choose for himself.

He dialed Samuel’s number.

After about ten seconds, a deep voice answered.

“What is it?”

Burt replied respectfully, laying out the situation exactly as it was. Before ending the call, he added, “Number 20 is still waiting for your response.”

Samuel was silent for a moment, then agreed. “I’ll be down in five minutes.”

“Yes, sir.”

Burt shot a regretful glance at Sabrina.

Such a young life about to be snuffed out tonight.

Samuel, meanwhile, found himself amused.

Finally, someone was bold enough to challenge him again—this time, a young woman. Now, this was interesting.

As the crowd watched in anticipation, the door to the third-floor suite opened.

A middle-aged man in a perfectly tailored suit emerged, flanked by bodyguards as he made his way toward the center of the stage.

His eyes locked onto the girl standing before him, gaze dark and deep as if he could see straight through her.

A slight smirk curled his lips as he spoke perfect English, his tone smooth and controlled. “You’ve got guts. Welcome to the table. Do you know the rules when you gamble with me?”

From the moment Samuel had stepped onto the stage, Sabrina’s eyes never left him, her gaze an unfathomable whirlpool—cold and unreadable.

“I know them,” she replied, her voice cool and detached. For someone her age, that kind of indifference was unnerving, and it only made Samuel more curious.

He smiled again, but the smile never reached his eyes.

She sat. He stood.

Looking down at the girl seated opposite, a dangerous current flickered behind his eyes as he asked once more, “You have one minute to change your mind.”

Sabrina took a deep breath.

“The third round begins!” Celia dared not say a word more, simply announcing the start of the round.

Samuel leaned back in his chair with a sneer.

He looked at Sabrina as though she were already dead, his voice icy. “Interesting. I hope you don’t disappoint me tonight. What are you putting on the line?”

His eyes were full of contempt, disdain, and a predatory hunger as he stared her down.

Sabrina met his gaze without flinching, her own eyes clear and cold.

“I have the person you’ve been looking for,” she said.

If it weren’t for his reputation—if this weren’t such a public setting—Samuel would have pulled a pistol and silenced her right then and there.

This? Did she really think she could bluff him with that?

She had to be insane—here to make a scene.

Samuel pinched the bridge of his nose, his anger barely contained.

He felt like the girl was making a fool of him.

He was about to call for his bodyguards when the woman across from him spoke again, her tone calm and unhurried.