She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 334

When Elena mentioned that the person playing the piano earlier might have been Hyatt, Celine’s curiosity was instantly piqued.

What if it really was Hyatt just now? She wondered if sitting at the same piano as her idol could count as “owning” a piece of that experience.

With that thought, Celine nodded in agreement. “Alright, whether Hyatt is still here or not, I’ll play something for you.”

Two minutes later, Celine slipped backstage and settled gracefully in front of the grand piano.

On the far side of the backstage area, Hyatt was huddled in a corner, almost unrecognizable in a baseball cap and medical mask, trying to keep a low profile.

From a distance, he could see the slender figure in a white dress sitting at the piano, poised to play again.

Meanwhile, Malcolm scanned the area anxiously, his nerves written all over his face. “Let’s get out of here. I have to get her contact info. If we don’t leave now, they’ll spot us for sure.”

“She’s incredible. If someone like her isn’t on my next album, it’d be a crime.”

“Alright, alright, let’s go,” Hyatt replied, his long strides carrying him quickly away from the restaurant with his bodyguards in tow.

Downstairs, Sabrina and Stella had just finished their dinner and were making their way out of the restaurant. Stella went across the street to fetch the car, while Sabrina waited by the entrance.

Just as Sabrina was about to cross, a man in a pale blue shirt and mask suddenly appeared behind her, nearly colliding with her. She instinctively stepped back.

“Watch where you’re going!” she muttered under her breath.

The man’s companion—a guy with a rather flamboyant look—shot her a nasty glare, tossed his head with a scoff, and hurried to catch up.

A car horn sounded. Stella pulled up and signaled for Sabrina to hop in. Sabrina tore her gaze away, opened the door, and slid inside.

“Wait up, Sabrina, Stella—!”

Before she could close the door, a booming voice rang out behind them. The girls exchanged a knowing glance; they didn’t even need to look to know who it was.

“Frank!”

Meanwhile, Sabrina, Stella, and Shawn sat at a nearby table playing cards, the group naturally splitting into two camps and leaving each other to their own devices.

Every so often, Shawn’s gaze drifted past Stella, landing quietly on Sabrina. When he caught her smiling, the corners of his own mouth curled up in response.

They stayed at the club until ten o’clock. By then, Frank’s voice was hoarse, but he was still buzzing with energy.

He suggested grabbing a late-night bite—after all that singing, he was starving.

No one objected. They all agreed to get food before heading home.

The group made their way down an alley. On the other side, a row of diners and food stalls beckoned.

But as soon as they stepped into the alley, an uneasy feeling crept over them.

From both ends, shadowy figures appeared, each one clutching some kind of weapon, slowly closing in around them.