She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 332

Stella thought the name was a bit tacky, but there was no denying the place’s luxury and class.

This wasn’t the kind of restaurant just anyone could stroll into. You needed a membership card to even get past the front desk.

Fortunately, she had one—courtesy of her dad.

Truth be told, neither of them lacked money. The moment they sat down, they ordered some of the most expensive dishes on the menu.

Even though Stella’s mom was divorced from her dad, she’d walked away with a sizable fortune. For her, money was just a number in a bank account.

The two of them headed up to the second floor and chose a window seat. Stella was a regular here, and the staff knew her well. They already had a sense of her favorites and what she liked to order.

Stella handed the menu to Sabrina. “Pick a few things you like.”

Sabrina glanced at the menu—only to see that Stella had already checked off four dishes.

She set the menu down. “You’ve already ordered enough for the two of us.”

Stella quickly flipped the menu back open and crossed out her selections. “Go ahead and choose what you like! I said it’s my treat, so there’s no way we’re only ordering my favorites.”

Sabrina smiled. “It’s really not a big deal. I’m not picky—and what you ordered looks great. Let’s just go with that.”

She honestly didn’t care much about food, and with prices like these, she figured everything would have to be delicious anyway.

Stella, not to be outdone, uncrossed her original choices and added them back. In less than a minute, they’d settled their order.

“Frank hasn’t been bothering you, has he? That guy can talk your ear off. If he’s getting on your nerves, just let me know—I’ve got ways to handle him.”

Sabrina admired Stella’s laid-back, unrestrained vibe. She was unapologetically herself, marching to her own beat, never caring about what others thought. There was a confidence about her—like she was always in charge.

It was rare to find someone so like-minded at Petersburg International School.

Just like Jocelyn, Stella understood boundaries. She never pried, never asked more than she should. If Sabrina ever needed anything, Stella would be there—no questions asked.

Sabrina grinned. “What people say about me doesn’t bother me.”

“Do you play piano?” Stella asked.

“I do.”

“How about playing a piece up on stage? There’s a prize for a good performance—and if you win, you get a free dinner next time. Want to give it a shot?”

Stella had just been making conversation—she’d assumed Sabrina couldn’t play. She was even considering going up herself. But when she heard Sabrina say yes, she suddenly wanted to hear her play.

She expected Sabrina to decline, but to her surprise, Sabrina agreed.

Quickly, Stella called over the restaurant manager and told him what song Sabrina would play.

Three minutes later, Sabrina disappeared backstage.

The piano was set up behind a folding screen—no one in the dining room could see the performer. It gave the player a sense of freedom; there was no pressure about playing well or not.