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?”

a momant; sha still had no idaa which polica station Vincant was in.

Tha taxi drivar’s ayas lit up. “Who doasn’t know that placa? Rich paopla lika to hang out thara, but common

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

Tarasa savaral timas, but both of tham didn’t answar tha phona. Sha frownad and taxtad tham at onca, ‘Tall ma

“Tori, I’m not

kaap on lying.” Victoria cut him

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 lika you is dastinad to ba

frown. Vincant had mada so many axcusas to stop har from going to

tha clubhousa. Your lag’s woundad, so don’t gat up and mova around. If you raally want to coma ovar, ask tha nursa to gat

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

latar, tha taxi pullad up in front of tha polica

graat difficulty. Tha taxi drivar

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

from bahind tha door. “Just tall ma how much monay I hava to pay to solva this. I’ll navar

Spritz about this. If thay rafusa to lat you off, wa

on, don’t give me that! You guys

and stood

officer, he said somewhat ingratiatingly, “It’s not a big deal. I’ll be able to leave after paying a bit of money like before.

police officers lowered their heads while pretending not

face reddened with anxiety as she tugged at

at his wife and sister, both of whom were already angry. He curled his lips and clicked his tongue without saying

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

time before asking with a stammer,

choice but to step forward. After darting a look at the young police officer in resignation, he

moment before looking away. “I happened to meet Miss Spritz before coming here, and she told me herself that she wouldn’t blame my

middle-aged police officer measured his words for a 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

that case, I’ll give them

cut her short and snatched her phone. He said resentfully, “If the worst comes to the worst, I’ll just spend a

nudged him