The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 13 Your World Is Hell to Me

Christian and Victoria were surrounded by heavy breathing, which could be heard from all directions. Anthony’s expression changed as he looked at Christian in confusion. “What is this all about, Mr. Thatcher?”

Christian slowly retracted his slender leg. Then, with a grin, he focused his attention on Victoria’s frozen face. “You mention that there’s nothing to play with, don’t you, Mr. Brooke? Isn’t there something to enjoy now?”

In the middle of winter, the water in the swimming pool was so chilly that only those who fell in could experience it. However, no one dared to speak. They knew who Christian Thatcher was; he was the type of man who could flip the entire Bloomsway upside down with a single stomp. Christian was entirely different from these wealthy young men at the party as he was not just any other young man who relied on his family’s wealth.

Even though the Brooke Family was not any average family, Anthony did not dare to provoke Christian. He looked at Victoria in Christian’s arms, then immediately realized and remarked, “Oh, so she belongs to you, Mr. Thatcher. We should have known better.”

Christian did not refute what he had said. He lowered his attention to the wine on the table, then lifted a glass casually. “According to what you said, everyone is just looking for a good time. You are free to play however you choose. As an apology for interfering with your fun, I will pay for everything tonight.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that for us, Mr. Thatcher.”

treat. Have fun now, and I’ll see you around soon.” Then, he led Victoria

the one who struggled in the water finally dared

rapidly, but Anthony could only stare at the empty bottles on the ground that Victoria had partially cleaned up. He had

elevator. When the door shut, she was tossed away

made a snide remark, “If I hadn’t come, what would

In fact, Victoria had made her decision before Christian arrived, but he was on time to stonovelxo.com fast updatep it. She briefly paused, lowered her head, and said, “If you don’t show up. Mr. Thatcher, I’ll have to comply with their

right all along. You really know how to flirt, don’t you, Victoria? If I don’t show up,

gripped her fingers together and trembled visibly. “But isn’t that what you want to see, Mr. Thatcher? A convicted murderer who was rejected by her own family and shunned by her coworkers was trampled by all. Telling me to strip off my clothes is the least of insults. This is how I envision the rest of my days

red as she spoke, but she did not cry. Christian recognized those eyes, but their charm was overshadowed by

he stared at her. It did not hurt, but it was not pleasant either. “What did