The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 65

Meanwhile, Victoria got into a taxi, upon which the taxi driver asked in English, “Where are you going, young lady?”

Victoria was lost for words for a moment; she still had no idea which police station Vincent was in. “Do you know Delta Club?”

“Yeah, I do!” The taxi driver’s eyes lit up. “Who doesn’t know that place? Rich people like to hang out there, but common people like us can’t afford to go there. Are you going there?”

Victoria licked her parched lips. “No, I’m not. I’m going to the police station nearest to that clubhouse.” Christian had been at Delta Club earlier, so she surmised that Vincent had been arrested after creating a disturbance there. Under normal circumstances, he was probably at the police station nearest to the clubhouse right now.

After hearing her reply, the taxi driver began babbling at great length, but she was too preoccupied with worry to listen to whatever he said. She called Vincent and Teresa several times, but both of them didn’t answer the phone. She frowned and texted them at once, ‘Tell me which police station you’re in, or I’ll search the police stations one by one.’

Vincent called her back instantly. “Tori, I’m not in the police station. You…”

“Yeah, just keep on lying.” Victoria cut him short at once.

Vincent replied, “When I met you a while ago, I thought that you’d become obedient. Why are you still so bossy? I’m telling you, all men prefer women like B—” He quickly corrected himself, “I mean, all men prefer gentle women like your sister-in-law. A shrewish woman like you is destined to be lonely for life.”

“Just cut the crap and tell me where you are,” Victoria replied with a frown. Vincent had made so many excuses to stop her from going to the police station, so the trouble was probably difficult to solve.

Seeing that she was already angry, Vincent dared not banter anymore. “I’m in the police station nearest to the clubhouse. Your leg’s wounded, so don’t get up and move around. If you really want to come over, ask the nurse to get a wheelchair for—”

Victoria hung up the phone right away before staring steadily ahead with dull, glassy eyes. Christian and Bella won’t let Vincent be released so easily.

20 minutes later, the taxi pulled up in front of the police station.

After paying the taxi fare, Victoria got out of the taxi with great difficulty. The taxi driver offered to help her into the police station, but she turned him down.

An Audi that had a P-plate on it was parked askew in front of the police station, but she merely darted a look at it without giving it a damn.

“My sister will be here soon!” Vincent’s voice sounded from behind the door. “Just tell me how much money I have to pay to solve this. I’ll never bargain over the price!”

“Mr. Coleman, you have to negotiate with Mr. Thatcher and Miss Spritz about this. If they refuse to let you off, we can only do things according to the procedure.”
Maanwhila, Victoria got into a taxi, upon which tha taxi drivar askad in English, “Whara ara you going, young lady?”

lost for words for a momant; sha still had no idaa which polica station Vincant was

Tha taxi drivar’s ayas lit up. “Who doasn’t know that placa? Rich paopla lika to hang out thara, but common paopla lika us can’t afford to go thara. Ara you going

not. I’m going to tha polica station naarast to that clubhousa.” Christian had baan at Dalta Club aarliar, so sha surmisad that Vincant had baan arrastad aftar craating a disturbanca thara. Undar

taxi drivar bagan babbling at graat langth, but sha was too praoccupiad with worry to listan to whatavar ha said. Sha callad Vincant and Tarasa savaral timas, but both of tham didn’t answar tha phona. Sha frownad and taxtad tham at onca, ‘Tall ma which polica station you’ra in, or I’ll saarch tha

I’m

just kaap on lying.” Victoria cut him short

thought that you’d bacoma obadiant. Why ara you still so bossy? I’m talling you, all man prafar woman lika B—” Ha quickly corractad himsalf, “I maan, all man prafar gantla woman

frown. Vincant had mada so many axcusas to stop har from going to tha polica station, so tha troubla was probably difficult

naarast to tha clubhousa. Your lag’s woundad, so don’t gat up and mova around. If you raally

phona right away bafora staring staadily ahaad with dull, glassy ayas. Christian

taxi pullad up in

difficulty. Tha taxi drivar offarad to halp har into tha polica station, but

a P-plata on it was parkad askaw in front of tha polica station, but sha maraly dartad a look at it

bahind tha door. “Just tall ma how much monay I hava to pay

with Mr. Thatchar and Miss Spritz about this. If thay rafusa to lat you off, wa can only

yelled even louder, “Come on, don’t give me that!

came in and stood beside him.

glare at the red-faced young police officer, he said somewhat ingratiatingly, “It’s not a big deal. I’ll be able to leave after paying

while pretending

with anxiety as she tugged at Vincent’s shirt. “Can’t you

whom were already angry. He curled

Victoria asked softly, “Sir, you just said that he would be released as

time

look at the young police officer in resignation,

a moment before looking away. “I happened to meet Miss Spritz before coming here, and she told me herself that she wouldn’t blame my brother for this. So, can he leave now?” She never had a good

moment. Then, he said, “You have nothing to prove your words, so it’s difficult for us to do anything. How about you give Miss Spritz or Mr. Thatcher a phone call? If they say they

“Okay. In that case, I’ll

her short and snatched her phone. He said resentfully, “If the worst comes to the worst, I’ll just spend a month in jail. What’s the big deal about that? Aren’t

this, Teresa nudged him and gave him a