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.

to the ground. The ashtray that she had been

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

then moved aside with her head lowered. Several broken pieces of the ashtray stuck in her palm

moment as his gaze fell on her bleeding hand. Though, he looked away shortly after

in the room was getting unnerved by the silence as no one dared to speak

to look at the man behind her. “Do you want me to call

gave a hollow laugh. He gulped nervously, then he stuttered, “T-There’s no need

at all. You’re the customer here, so satisfying your desire is what the Delta Club should

few people over to entertain this handsome guy.” Charlotte curled up her red lips as she gave the man a wink before

not stop the trembling of his legs and hands. He was

have a drug here, and you can have it. Free of

at the others for help, but all of them just looked

forming on his head. “M-Mr. Thatcher, i-it’s my

vomit and broken pieces of

finished with her cleaning and