She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 370

Celine had completely lost her desire to shop.

She stared at her phone screen, overwhelmed by the endless flood of online updates.

In just thirty minutes, his follower count had soared to a million.

Photos of him playing piano at Blossom’s Diner were everywhere, shared by users all over the internet.

Celine tapped open her Twitter DMs.

There were dozens of messages.

She went straight to the ones from her agent, Malcolm.

He hadn’t been exaggerating; he’d sent her five frantic messages in a row.

But she’d been out shopping with Elena and hadn’t checked her phone at all.

Next, she opened the comments section—there were hundreds of thousands.

Most were saying the same thing: Heartthrob Hyatt is looking for you.

With a racing heart, she navigated to Hyatt’s Twitter page.

Right at the top, the first pinned tweet sent her into a frenzy of excitement and disbelief.

She scrolled down.

The second tweet caught her eye.

"Looking for Piano Girl."

Beneath was a video.

Celine clicked play.

Gorgeous piano music filled the air.

The pianist’s face wasn’t visible, but she instantly knew: the person in the video wasn’t her.

For a few seconds, her mind went blank.

She remembered that day—someone had played that exact piece at the diner.

She and Elena had even joked at the time, wondering if it could be Hyatt himself.

After that person finished playing, Elena had egged her on, and she’d gone backstage to play too.

Which meant… the person Hyatt was searching for was actually the first pianist.

Not her.

What were the odds? Hyatt had just happened to see her sitting at the piano and assumed she was the one from the video.

Elena was right.

If she could show up at Hyatt’s concert, who cared if she was really the Piano Girl from the video?

Maybe, with Hyatt’s help, she’d find her own way into the entertainment world.

But then a troubling thought flickered into her mind.

What if the real pianist suddenly appeared? Was she taking too big a risk?

This could be her chance to get close to her idol—maybe even more.

Of course, if she was exposed, she’d be a laughingstock.

Hyatt’s fans would tear her to pieces.

Unless the true pianist never showed up.

But she didn’t even know who that person was. How could she be sure?

That mystery girl was a ticking time bomb. She had to find her.

Suddenly, inspiration struck.

“I’ve got it!”