The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 21 Need a Girl?

A strong metallic taste spread in Victoria’s mouth as she bit down on her lower lip until it bled. This was done in an attempt to force down the gastric juice that was gushing up to her throat.

When the man saw that she had not moved for a long while, he grew more and more impatient.

At the same time, the jeering voices in the room were becoming louder.

Click. The door of the room was suddenly opened and in came the tall figure belonging to Christian.

Christian glanced across the room coldly and eventually landed his gaze on Victoria, who was kneeling on the floor. He knitted his eyebrows slightly upon seeing that but soon wore an indifferent look once again.

Meanwhile, Charlotte leaned against the wall idly with a nonchalant but seductive look on her face.

The crowd that was clamoring just a moment ago instantly quieted down. Everyone was standing straight in fear and two of them bolted to open the window to ventilate the room.

“M-Mr. Thatcher.” The man quickly pushed Victoria away and stood with the others in apprehension.

sudden shove, she lost her balance and fell to the ground. The ashtray that she had been holding on moments ago slipped from her hand as she fell, breaking

the people around her could not spare the time to care about her or wonder why she would be holding an ashtray in the first

lowered. Several broken pieces of the ashtray stuck in her palm resulted in

a moment as his gaze fell on her bleeding hand. Though, he looked away shortly after as if he had seen nothing.

getting unnerved by the silence as no one dared to speak up.

look at the man behind her. “Do you

a hollow laugh. He gulped nervously, then

at him and said calmly, “It’s not troubling at all. You’re the customer here, so satisfying your desire is

her red lips as she gave the man

face turned pale upon hearing that, and he could not stop the trembling of his legs and hands. He was breaking out in cold sweat.

scared.” She chuckled as she looked at him with her enchanting eyes. “I have a drug here, and you can have it. Free of charge. Just take it as my generous treat for you.”

with cold sweat. He looked at the

as more beads of cold sweat were forming on his head. “M-Mr. Thatcher, i-it’s my fault. I shouldn’t

mixture of vomit and broken pieces of the ashtray. He was

with her