The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 137

Under Christian’s cold stare, Michael put his cappuccino down and sat with his arms crossed. “Anyway, based on my two-year investigation, Miss Spritz is truly terrifying. You would be in trouble if you married her, despite her good looks and family education.”

“The police have compared the recording and determined that it was Victoria’s voice. The recording is genuine.” Christian stood up, looked down at Michael and said, “If the recording is genuine, you can’t prove Victoria is innocent, right?”

Being stared at by Christian made Michael uneasy. He moved around before standing up and coughing lightly. “I suspect that the recording was made at random in the past, when Miss Coleman and Miss Spritz were playing around. But this is just my suspicion. I need more time and effort to investigate, just as I suspected the car wasn’t Miss Coleman’s.”

It wasn’t long after the rain stopped but the sun was already out, shining brightly against the vast blue sky.

Christian stood with his eyes lowered, the sun’s rays reflecting on his eyelashes and casting shadows on his face. He was in a bright spot, but he appeared so gloomy that those around him were terrified.

The café was cozy, with green plants that were visually appealing. The aroma of coffee pervaded the entire space. It was relaxing to sit in the café with a hot beverage.

However, Michael, who was standing in front of Christian, found nothing enjoyable about it. Finally, he couldn’t keep quiet any longer and broke the silence. “This is already the most I can do, Mr. Thatcher. I understand your dissatisfaction, but I can only refund half of the payment. After all, I can’t work for nothing for the past two years…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Christian sat down and wrote a cheque before standing up and stuffing the cheque into Michael’s palm. “Continue with the investigation.”

Michael looked at the figure written on the cheque and smiled right away. “Rest assured that I’ll contact you right away if I manage to get anything.”

Christian responded with a nod. He exited the café with a solemn expression, his silhouette gloomy.

…

Meanwhile, what happened to Mr. Sharp was only the beginning of a long night at the Delta Club. The onlookers’ party was just getting started.

Daisy was cursing as she was led downstairs. All of the expletives she used seemed to be in stark contrast to her stunning appearance.

“Let go of me! Don’t you all hear me? Let me go!”

“B*stards! I’ll kill all of you!”

That made Vincent sneer. He approached Daisy, who was still swearing, with the vase in his hand and asked, “So you’re the one who locked the rooftop’s door?”

Daisy, in return, raised her head and replied arrogantly, “Do you have any proof of that? If the answer is no, you should keep your mouth shut!”

Gabrielle had returned and was also in the lobby. When she heard that, she took a few steps forward and asked with a grim expression, “If it wasn’t you who locked the door, why did you tell me Victoria is never coming back then?”

“I do whatever I want. It’s none of your concern!” Daisy broke free from the guards and dashed towards Gabrielle, a ferocious expression on her face.

But before she could reach Gabrielle, Vincent kicked her on the legs. With that, Daisy wobbled a few steps backwards before leaning on the big vase and falling to the floor.

Jessica came downstairs not long after. She tried to strain her neck among the crowd to see what was going on. In an eerie tone, she then said, “Isn’t it not confirmed that she was the one who locked the door? What if Mr. Coleman got the wrong person?”

Vincent had always been an impulsive man who relied on his fists more than logic. When he heard that, he raised his fist threateningly and said, “If you dare, do continue!”

He was never reasonable, and it didn’t matter if he was beating a woman or not. As a result, Gabrielle simply moved her body indignantly, but she did not dare to say anything else.

However, there were some people in the crowd who were not afraid of him. Jessica’s words were picked up by a young man, who continued, “Mr. Coleman, aren’t you acting like a tyrant here? How do you intend to resolve the situation if you truly have the wrong person…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Daisy stood up from the ground and yelled at Gabrielle, “Yes! I was the one who locked that woman on the rooftop! What can all of you do to me?”

Everyone in the crowd was speechless when they heard that.

The young man who hadn’t even got the chance to finish his words went silent with his face flushed. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“You asked what we could do, didn’t you?” Vincent approached Daisy and punched her on the nose hard, his eyes red. “I can make you wish you’d rather die!”

Daisy felt dizzy after getting punched. Her eyes went blank and blood gushed from her nose, smearing half of her face.

She wiped her face quickly with her right hand. Seeing her own hand covered in blood, she was about to begin her scolding when Teresa suddenly grabbed her hair.

Teresa was so enraged that she wanted to grab Daisy’s hair and slap her on behalf of Victoria.

But, to her surprise, Daisy’s entire piece of hair fell off the moment she grabbed her beautiful curls!

Everyone, except for Gabrielle, was stunned before bursting out laughing when they saw Daisy’s two- inch hair and the dents on her head.

Charlotte, too, curved the corners of her lips, attempting to keep her smile in check.novelxo.com fast update

Vincent and Teresa, who stood in front of Daisy, were both angry and amused.

Meanwhile, Daisy, who had been yelling at the top of her lungs, flushed instantly, and no one knew if it was from anger or embarrassment. Her hands covered her head and her lips pursed as she swept her gaze across the crowd. Then the tears began to fall.

She tried to straighten her back as she looked at Charlotte. “Miss Charlotte, I work for the Delta Club; are you going to stand there and watch me get bullied?”

Charlotte smiled even wider when she heard that. “Of course,” she replied casually.

Laughter erupted once more among the crowd.

Daisy was at a loss for words. Her expression was terrible, changing from one of rage to one of embarrassment in seconds while wiping the blood from her nose.

Shamefully, she swept her gazes across everyone once more and yelled, “Stop laughing! Don’t you all know who I’m serving? I’m Old Mr. Ford’s woman! He would not let you all go if he knows I’ve been bullied!”

“Mr. Ford?” Vincent asked, mockingly. “What Mr. Ford? Even if Mr. whatever-you-call-him shows up, I’m not afraid!”

Hearing that, Charlotte raised her brows and revealed stunning information. “It’s too early to say that, Mr. Coleman. Do you know who Mr. Ford is?”

“Who?” Vincent asked reflexively.

“Henry Ford,” she answered with a smile while glancing at the crowd.

Everyone was shocked when they heard that.

…

Victoria simply wanted to rest for a while, but she fell asleep unknowingly. When she woke up, Evelyn was sitting beside her, with Christian and Gabrielle standing in front of her.

“You’re awake!” Evelyn smiled. She then winked at Christian, signaling him to leave the room.