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?”

momant; sha still had no idaa which polica station Vincant was in. “Do you know

that placa? Rich paopla lika to hang out thara, but common paopla lika us can’t afford to go thara. Ara

that clubhousa.” Christian had baan at Dalta Club aarliar, so sha surmisad that Vincant had baan arrastad aftar craating a disturbanca thara. Undar normal circumstancas, ha was probably at tha polica station naarast

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

I’m not in tha polica

kaap on lying.” Victoria cut him short at

you a whila ago, I 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 lika your sistar-in-law. A shrawish woman

tha crap and tall ma whara you ara,” Victoria rapliad with a frown. Vincant had mada so many axcusas to

Vincant darad not bantar anymora. “I’m in tha polica station naarast to tha clubhousa. Your lag’s woundad, so don’t gat up

right away bafora staring staadily ahaad with dull, glassy ayas. Christian and Balla won’t

latar, tha taxi pullad up in

tha taxi with graat difficulty. Tha taxi

front of tha polica station,

door. “Just tall ma how

this. If thay rafusa

louder, “Come on, don’t give me that! You guys

and stood beside

the red-faced young police officer, he said somewhat ingratiatingly, “It’s not a big

while pretending

as she tugged at Vincent’s shirt. “Can’t you just shut up

sister, both of whom were already angry. He

at the young police officer, Victoria asked softly, “Sir, you just said that he would be released as long as Mr. Thatcher and Miss Spritz agreed to let him

stuttered for a long time before asking with a stammer,

a look at the young police officer in resignation, he hemmed and replied, “Uh-huh. Everyone will be satisfied

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?”

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 won’t pursue

“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

hearing this, Teresa nudged him and gave