She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 40

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Just to be safe.

Three days ago, she had already slipped into Holly’s bedroom and installed a hidden camera.

Now Holly’s sweet, flirtatious voice drifted out.

“Thank you, darling, I love it so much. How should I thank you tonight~?”

She giggled and playfully pushed the man into the room. The two of them tumbled inside, hands all over each other, too caught up in their passion to notice the gaze fixed on them from the shadows.

Sabrina couldn’t be sure where exactly they’d end up, so she’d have to improvise. Judging by their enthusiasm, the bedroom camera probably wouldn’t even be much use.

They were all over each other, barely bothering to shut the door before their bodies tangled together. The pair moved from the first floor to the second, shedding clothes with every step, leaving a trail in their wake.

Sabrina was quick—she scaled the drainpipe along the outside wall and nimbly reached the second floor. From her perch on the window ledge, she had a clear view of the fiery scene inside.

Crouched on the narrow plank beneath the windowsill, she set up her camcorder and started recording.

The room was bathed in soft light. The man’s lewd, guttural moans mixed with the woman’s breathless cries, echoing out into the night. Sabrina zoomed in, locking the lens on a certain part of the man’s body, snapping photos whenever he turned—especially of the long, jagged scar on his upper thigh. The image was crystal clear; whether it was her phone or the camcorder, the resolution was top-notch.

“Babe, money’s a little tight lately. Why don’t you get a bit more from that old man?”

Brett wrapped his arms around Holly, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

Holly let out a groan. “You’re unbelievable. I should’ve known there was a reason for the gift tonight. All you ever want is money. That old guy isn’t so easy to fool, you know.”

Their banter didn’t slow them down for a second.

Holly’s cries made Sabrina’s skin crawl.

Holly was the kept lover of a wealthy man in his sixties. She played around with a lot of men, but Brett was her favorite—he knew exactly how to satisfy her, and she rarely denied him anything.

Brett was a lazy freeloader, always looking over his shoulder for trouble, and careful not to get caught.

Once Sabrina had the evidence she needed, she lost all interest in watching their sordid performance. She slipped back down the drainpipe the way she’d come.