She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 315

In less than half an hour, the drug took effect.

Inside the warehouse, Cliff and his men collapsed one after another, dropping to the floor like marionettes whose strings had been cut.

Hester kept her gaze locked on them, tense as if fending off a pack of wild dogs ready to pounce. Every muscle in her body was wound tight, her nerves stretched to the breaking point. She didn’t move until she was absolutely sure they were all down, completely incapacitated.

Only then did she dare to get up. She snatched both her own phone and the other phones on the table, stuffing them in her pocket. In one swift motion, she slid the bolt on the heavy door and burst out into the night.

But as soon as she sprinted out of the warehouse, she realized she had no idea where she was. The darkness was absolute, swallowing up everything beyond arm’s reach. For a moment, panic clawed at her throat, but fear wasn’t enough to slow her down. She forced herself to keep running, desperation fueling every step.

After five minutes of breathless running, Hester finally stumbled to a stop, lungs burning, heart pounding so loud it drowned out the silence. She tossed the handful of phones into a pile of weeds by the roadside—they were useless weight.

The night was eerily still. Not a single sound carried on the air, except for her ragged breathing and the thundering beat of her heart. Her hands shook as she fumbled to turn her phone on and call for help.

Nothing. The screen was pitch black.

In that moment, all hope shattered.

“Damn it, of all times to die on me!” she cursed, her voice breaking. She wanted to hurl the phone into the darkness. How could it fail her now, when she needed it most?

But rage and frustration wouldn’t help her. Gritting her teeth, Hester started running again, pushing through the pain and the fear.

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