She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 368

Malcolm rushed to Hyatt, breathless with excitement.

“We've found Piano Girl!”

He pulled up Celine’s Twitter photo and thrust his phone at Hyatt.

“Look—isn’t this the girl from the other night?”

The dress was identical. There was even a clear shot of her at the piano. Hyatt glanced at the location tag beneath the photo: Blossom’s Diner.

The time, place, outfit, even the hair—all matched up perfectly.

“She’s from Port City. Get in touch with her,” Hyatt said.

Malcolm nodded eagerly and hurried off to make contact.

Once they had her name, tracking down her details was a breeze.

Less than ten minutes later, Malcolm already had Celine’s contact info.

Meanwhile, Celine was out shopping with Elena. The two of them hadn’t checked their phones and had no idea that Celine had suddenly become the latest viral topic on Twitter.

Celine stepped out of the fitting room in a luxury boutique, still adjusting a new dress, when her phone rang.

She glanced at the number: unfamiliar.

She declined the call without hesitation.

Unknown numbers were almost never worth picking up—usually just telemarketers or scammers. Who actually calls anymore, anyway? If it's important, people use WhatsApp or another messaging app. Unless it’s an emergency, no one bothers with phone calls.

The phone rang again.

Celine rolled her eyes and silenced it once more.

“These telemarketers are getting out of hand,” she grumbled.

Elena, checking her reflection in the mirror, teased, “Maybe it’s that guy confessing his undying love!”

Elena shook her head. It was strange—why would Hyatt’s manager be calling Celine?

Who was Hyatt, after all? An international superstar, completely out of their league. They’d be lucky to ever see him in person, let alone get a call from his management. No way was this real.

Back in his hotel room, Malcolm was pacing, phone pressed to his ear as he dialed again.

He didn’t want to keep calling—he’d already tried messaging Celine on Twitter, but after half an hour without a reply, he figured she hadn’t checked her messages. He was left with no choice but to call.

But she kept hanging up on him.

If it were anyone else, Malcolm would have lost his temper already. But this girl was the one Hyatt had specifically asked for, so he couldn’t risk offending her.

Taking a deep breath, Malcolm tried to calm his nerves and dialed again.

The phone kept ringing. On Celine’s end, her patience was wearing thin—she was about to switch her phone off altogether when Elena nudged her.

“This scammer’s persistent. Why don’t you answer and see how far he’ll go? Put it on speaker, and we’ll roast him together.”