She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 29

“Samuel, don’t rush. You’re still looking for that person, aren’t you? You haven’t found him yet.”

As she finished speaking, Sabrina quickly scribbled a few words onto a slip of paper.

She shot a subtle glance at the waiter nearby.

Catching her signal, the waiter hurried over, took the note from Sabrina, and handed it respectfully to Samuel.

His hands were almost trembling—he was terrified of being caught in the crossfire between these people.

Samuel took the note from the waiter without a word.

Sensing the tension, the waiter immediately retreated several steps, doing his best to fade into the background.

Samuel’s dark eyes fixed on the white paper in his hand.

The name on the note was Sutton. According to everything he’d investigated, no influential family in Port City had a daughter by that name.

Her background was a complete mystery.

Yet here she was, so young, so self-possessed.

Even facing him, her expression never wavered—no panic, no fear.

Someone like that shouldn’t be a nobody.

Besides, she had no reason to risk her life just to deceive him.

With suspicion and curiosity battling in his mind, Samuel unfolded the note, everyone in the room watching him with bated breath.

As his eyes landed on the words, his pupils contracted. Without a care for the setting, he slammed his right hand down on the table.

He shot to his feet, body leaning forward, eyes burning with a tidal wave of hatred.

He forced out his words between clenched teeth, each syllable sharp as a knife:

“If you don’t come clean right now, you—and everyone around you—will pay for your stupidity!”

Samuel’s furious threat reverberated through the hall, making everyone tense.

Now the entire room was dying to know: What on earth had Sabrina written?

Onstage, Sabrina stood unmoved by Samuel’s rage.

She rose gracefully, step by step approaching him.

She leaned in close, her voice low and chilling, meant for his ears alone.

“There’s a scar—about four inches long—on the inside of his right thigh.”

During that time, Samuel met the owner of the Siren’s Club.

With the club owner’s help—and the remnants of his own power—Samuel managed to kill the rival gang’s boss, a man everyone called Black Jack.

After that, Samuel took control—there were no rival gangs left to threaten him.

But while he was on the run, Black Jack had found his wife and daughter. He’d done unspeakable things to them.

When Samuel finally saw what had been done—his wife and daughter tortured beyond recognition—rage and grief nearly consumed him. He’d fed Black Jack’s body to the dogs, thinking he’d avenged his family.

But before she died, his wife told him Black Jack wasn’t the one who’d violated them.

It was another man—one with a scar high on his right thigh. And he wasn’t alone.

Two days after his wife’s death, Alice died too.

She was only fourteen.

Their bodies were covered in wounds. Samuel couldn’t even begin to imagine the agony they’d suffered.

He hunted down every single one of Black Jack’s men, interrogated them, killed them all.

But that man with the scar—he’d never found him. Not yet.