She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 330

Looking at Celine’s message now—wait, they’re looking for Hester too?

And they can’t find her either?

Hector pieced the situation together quickly and fired off a reply.

[?? She’s not with me. I’m looking for her too—I haven’t been able to reach her for two days.]

A chill settled in Celine’s heart.

In Port City, Hester didn’t have any other friends.

She had nowhere else to go except Hector.

If she’d run away, Hector would have been the first person she’d reach out to. Or maybe her mom.

But from the way her uncle just spoke, her mom was still asking him to find Hester.

So Hester hadn’t contacted Hector, and she hadn’t contacted her mom either.

That was… not right.

Something was definitely wrong.

Where on earth had Hester gone?

[Did she not reach out to you at all? Both Mom and I are looking for her. If she gets in touch, please let me know. Thank you!]

At that moment, Hector was out drinking with some buddies.

He’d been waiting for Hester to reply so he could go teach that witch Sabrina a lesson—but now, it turned out Hester had vanished.

He clicked on Celine’s profile. Then, curiosity getting the better of him, he scrolled through her Instagram.

The Sutton girls, he mused, really were all gorgeous.

Celine had that fragile, sweet look that just begged for someone to protect her.

Landing Celine wouldn’t be bad at all.

But then he remembered—Celine was Marshall’s fiancée. That gave him pause.

But if Celine came to him willingly… well, that couldn’t be his fault, right?

But he wasn’t about to let Celine see him rattled, so he scoffed back.

[What’s so great about her? All she can do is fight—nothing feminine about her. You and Hester are way better.]

Celine figured she’d provoked him enough and didn’t bother replying.

After all, compared to Marshall, Hector was nothing. Marshall was loyal.

Even if Hester had gotten her claws into him, it was just because he’d been tricked. Deep down, he didn’t care about Hester at all.

He only cared about her—Celine.

Meanwhile, Hector was far from calm. Agitated, he ran a hand through his hair and downed another beer.

He’d held off on making a move against Sabrina because he wanted to find her weakness. He refused to believe she didn’t have one.

Just then, his bodyguard returned from an errand and leaned in to report.

“Hector, we found out—”