The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 40

Charlotte put on a serious front and tucked the smile on her lips away, but a hint of a smile was still visible in the corner of her eyes.

“Order a new batch of uniforms for the hostesses.” Christian grabbed the teacup again but put it back down when the ceramic was only barely an inch away from his lips as Charlotte stared at him while keeping a straight face. “Delta isn’t a brothel.”

“You can’t go accusing me about this now, Mr. Thatcher!” Charlotte sighed under her breath, seeing that he hadn’t burned his tongue this time round. “A bodycon dress can show off a woman’s inner beauty the best. How is this prostitution? Look at the other clubs and tell me which of them aren’t revealing?”

“I don’t know; I’ve never been to other clubs.” Christian held the string tightly as he looked at the pendant under the light like he could see someone through it.

Charlotte was rendered speechless. At that, she quirked her brow, allowing a hint of charm to lace her face. “A bodycon dress is still alright. It just doesn’t fit Victoria well. The exposed scars look too ugly, lest she wants to scare off our customers. Why not let me make a set of uniforms solely for her?”

To that, Christian put the pendant away and hummed softly, considering a yes to Charlotte’s proposal.

At that, Charlotte teased, “Tsk, those oblivious might think you’re upset with jealousy because Victoria’s a hostess.”

“Fire Cameron.” Christian didn’t entertain her tease but took a sip of the tea.

“He’s been working for the club for a decade; he deserves credit for his efforts at the very least. I can’t just fire him like this. The other staff will think otherwise.” Charlotte blinked, her every move coquettish. “I’d appreciate it if you could suggest me an offense.”

“Theft of a valuable item within the club, and unauthorized altering of the club’s accounting.” Frost laced Christian’s eyes as he leaned back against the chair.

“Those are no minor offenses. If word gets out, no one will probably dare hire him again.” Charlotte took a peek at the said valuable item—the pendant—knowingly but still asked with a smile, “How did he piss you off?”

Christian rested his intertwined fingers on his knee and looked up at her with a frosty gaze.

“Forget I ever said that.” Charlotte bent over and leaned against the table with her right arm propping her chin up, her cleavage showing somewhat. “Say, Mr. Thatcher, I discovered an interesting thing lately.”

However, Christian only took a gander at her and left

door. “Why did I

…

got a notice at 8.30AM saying there was an issue with the uniform and that she needed to return the bodycon dress. Meanwhile, she could take the day off and

the bosses have retrieved their conscience and given you

creating booming noises. “It’s early in the

cursing,” said Victoria plainly as she stood by Daisy’s

utter a word when she met Victoria’s gaze. At that, the grumpy woman snorted aggressively and pulled her covers over her head,

still fumbling noisily in her bed. “You’ve finally gotten a day off. Let’s go

looked down at her summer

the two cleaner uniforms had all been returned to

can’t fit into some clothes anymore. Why don’t you take them?” Gabrielle got out of bed in only her undergarments and pulled out a khaki coat and a pair of

shoe box from under her bed, taking a pair

the pair left after getting dressed and

her covers away and caterwauled at the

after lashing out, she got out of bed and grabbed Victoria’s toothbrush, giving it a soak in the toilet water

the nearest mall, and by the time they

so they

Christian and Bella sitting at the back of the restaurant

expression, but Bella’s was visibly clear

Gabrielle was checking if there would be any tables available soon. “I’ve been here a few times. The food here is really fresh, and the price

really wanted to eat here, Victoria didn’t want to rain on her parade either. As such, she hummed a response and turned to

customers, and by the time she and Gabrielle went in, they would’ve probably