The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 61

His eyes bloodshot, Vincent pointed his finger at each of the staff members present. “All of you aren’t gonna call him down here, huh? Fine!” He strode toward the staircase. If they’re not gonna call him downstairs, I’ll look for him myself!

A hint of hesitation flickered across Teresa’s eyes. She wanted to stop him, but in the end, she merely followed behind him without saying a word.

The staff members looked at each other, but none of them dared to block Vincent’s way. The Colemans couldn’t compare with the Thatchers, but it wasn’t like they could afford to displease the former either.

Just then, the elevator door opened, and Christian wheeled Bella out in her wheelchair. “Were you looking for me?”

Upon hearing his voice, Vincent turned around and swung his fist at him without the slightest hesitation.

“Vincent!” Teresa hesitated for a moment before dashing forward to block Vincent’s way. Then, she shook her head at him.

“Get out of my way!” Vincent yanked Teresa out of his way. Striding up to Christian, he seized the man’s collar with both hands and uttered each word between clenched teeth, saying, “Christian Thatcher, are you a f*cking monster?!”

Teresa tugged at his arm while pleading with a choke in her voice, “Vincent, don’t do this.”

“Say it! Are you?” Vincent stared fixedly at Christian before tears sprang to his eyes. Wiping his tears with one hand, he growled, “Is my sister nothing to you because you only care about the woman you love?”

There were more and more people in the hall, and some even secretly took photos and videos of the scene.

Ignoring the irate Vincent, Christian darted an impassive glance at the crowd. “Is this fun to watch?”

down their phones, not daring to take photos or

out of the elevator while wiggling her hips as her glistening eyes flickered. “Everyone, please delete the photos and

after that, though many

her jailed for two years! It’s still uncertain who was in the wrong back then.

an impassive look at him. Then, he said

so f*cking blind as to fall for you!” Vincent’s eyes were blood red as he clutched Christian’s collar with

and guilt. “Vincent, Christian really isn’t to blame for this. It was me who scalded Victoria’s leg by accident while pouring tea. I’ll pay for her medical expenses and go to the hospital to

for her medical expenses? Ha!” He took out his wallet, from which he produced a stack of cash and hurled it at her face. “I’m not f*cking short of cash! Is this money enough to pay for your medical expenses? If it’s not, I can give you more money!” He fished a number of bank cards

sorry sight on her hands and knees with her lower body pinned under the wheelchair. She wanted to push the wheelchair away, but she didn’t have enough strength to do so. Her face was burning as the banknotes and

to hit her, Teresa stopped him and whispered, “That’s enough, Vincent.

you believe this cripple’s story?” Vincent spat on the ground. He continued, “She’s even accused

as she removed the banknotes and cards from her head and

wheelchair off Bella. Then, he lifted her up and put her back in

two like to give an eye for an eye? I’m telling you, this scheming b*tch can

pupils shrank at his

contents onto Bella. Splash! Half of the hot water splashed onto the floor, whereas the other half splashed onto Christian’s trouser legs

the back of Bella’s delicate hand instantly reddened with several visible blisters forming on it. She bit her lip hard, arousing

one moment and pale the next. After saying

Charlotte’s glistening eyes. After that, all that was left

the pot of f*cking tea onto my sister, huh?!” Veins stood out on Vincent’s forehead as his finger moved from the tip of Christian’s nose to Bella’s. “You should consider yourself lucky. You splashed a whole pot of tea onto my sister, but I only splashed so much hot water onto you!” he said.