She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 369

Celine listened to Elena’s urging, then finally pressed the answer button.

She switched to speakerphone.

But she didn’t say a word.

On the other end, a rushed voice came spilling out of the phone.

“Celine, please don’t hang up! I really am Hyatt’s manager. Did you check Twitter? Hyatt’s looking for you—I’ve sent you so many DMs. Maybe you haven’t seen them, you haven’t replied to any. But that’s not the main point. The main thing is: Hyatt has invited you to be the guest pianist at her concert!”

Malcolm said everything in one breath, terrified she’d hang up again.

He swore, this was the hardest phone call he’d ever made—even tougher than dealing with fussy directors.

Both Celine and Elena stared at each other in disbelief.

But as the words sank in, excitement lit up their faces.

If what he said was true, a quick look at Twitter would prove it.

Before Malcolm even finished, Elena had already pulled up Twitter.

There it was—right at the top of the trending list: *Hyatt is looking for the Piano Girl.*

She tapped on the image.

It was a photo from that day she and Celine had lunch at Blossom’s Diner.

One of the pictures showed Celine seated at the piano, a perfect shot Elena had taken.

Elena gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth.

She shoved her phone at Celine.

Celine stared, utterly stunned.

It was really Hyatt searching for her.

Her heart pounded so wildly she couldn’t even speak.

On the other end, Malcolm, hearing only silence, pulled the phone away from his ear to check.

Still connected.

“Hello? Celine, are you there?” he called.

Malcolm’s voice jolted Celine back to reality.

“I—I’m here…” she stammered.

Then a gentle, melodious voice chimed in.

“I just want to confirm—could you please let me speak to Hyatt?”

As soon as she got the words out, both Celine and Elena bit their lips, hands shaking uncontrollably.

“Hello, this is Celine.”

Next to her, Elena was practically dying of envy.

Celine was actually talking to her idol!

When the call ended, Celine was still in a daze.

She stood in front of the mirror, staring at her own reflection—pretty, elegant, poised…

The joy was almost too much to contain.

Her whole body trembled with excitement.

She threw her arms around an equally ecstatic Elena, her voice trembling.

“Elena, did you hear that? Hyatt invited me to her concert—she wants me to be her guest pianist!”

“Oh my God! Pinch me, I must be dreaming!” Celine squealed.

Elena hugged her back, and together they jumped up and down like children.

“It’s real, not a dream! Hyatt really invited you to play at her concert!”

“Oh my God, Celine, you’re the luckiest girl on earth!”