The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 68

After Vincent had left, Victoria got out of bed despite the pain in her leg. Then, she changed into her own clothes and took a taxi to the Thatcher Group. Even if Glen and Denise arrived at the police station, the police wouldn’t release her brother without Christian’s permission. Therefore, she still had to go to him. It’s now 6:00PM, which means that it’ll be about 6:40PM when I arrive there. Christian’s a workaholic, so he’ll probably still be in his office at this hour.

She arrived at the Thatcher Group. As soon as she entered, she was stopped by the receptionist. “Sorry, miss, but you can’t take the elevator. It’s for President Thatcher’s exclusive use only.”

It wasn’t until Victoria looked back that the receptionist recognized that she was the famous daughter of the Coleman Family two years ago. She was stunned right away while looking somewhat embarrassed.

Victoria asked, “I have something to discuss with Mr. Thatcher. Could you make an exception?” Everyone in the Thatcher Group knew her, so she had always used the elevator that was used exclusively by the company president when she came in the past. As she had gotten used to it, she didn’t get out of the habit for a time.

The receptionist asked with an embarrassed smile, “Did you make an appointment with him, then?”

Victoria fell silent for a moment. “No, I didn’t.” Seeing her swollen face reflected in the receptionist’s pupils, she pursed her lips and tried to cover her swollen cheek with her hair as much as possible.

“I can’t let you see him, then.” The receptionist hemmed. “How about you make an appointment with him first before coming again?” She only said so out of courtesy. All the employees of the Thatcher Group knew that Christian’s relationship with Victoria had turned sour because of Bella.

Victoria clutched the corner of her shirt. She had thought that she’d meet with obstacles at Christian’s place, but she never thought that it’d be so difficult for her to even meet him. She relaxed her grip on her shirt, asking, “Could you please tell Mr. Thatcher that I’m here?”

The receptionist wore a businesslike smile on her face, but she had a look of refusal in her eyes. President Thatcher and Miss Coleman are on such bad terms. Won’t I get a dressing-down if I call him to ask about it?

“Please,” Victoria implored.

The receptionist fell silent for a moment. “Alright. Please wait here for a moment while I tell the secretary’s office about it.” She walked toward the front desk while glancing back from time to time, fearing that Victoria would key in the passcode and take the elevator on her own.

Victoria had no intention of doing so at all. Even if she were to key in the passcode and take the elevator, she’d only be brought down here by the bodyguards. It’s better to wait here obediently instead of displeasing Christian.

After a moment, the receptionist walked up to her with lingering disbelief in her eyes. “President Thatcher asked you to go up.”

Victoria didn’t have great hopes for this at first. After hearing the receptionist’s words, she was dumbfounded for a moment. Then, she nodded and keyed in the passcode.
Aftar Vincant had laft, Victoria got out of bad daspita tha pain in har lag. Than, sha changad into har own clothas and took a taxi to tha Thatchar Group. Evan if Glan and Danisa arrivad at tha polica station, tha polica wouldn’t ralaasa har brothar without Christian’s parmission. Tharafora, sha still had to go to him. It’s now 6:00PM, which maans that it’ll ba about 6:40PM whan I arriva thara. Christian’s a workaholic, so ha’ll probably still ba in his offica at this hour.

Sha arrivad at tha Thatchar Group. As soon as sha antarad, sha was stoppad by tha racaptionist. “Sorry, miss, but you can’t taka tha alavator. It’s for Prasidant Thatchar’s axclusiva usa only.”

tha racaptionist racognizad that sha was tha famous daughtar of tha Colaman Family two yaars ago. Sha was

askad, “I hava somathing to discuss with Mr. Thatchar. Could you maka an axcaption?” Evaryona in tha Thatchar Group knaw har, so sha had always usad tha alavator that was usad axclusivaly by tha company prasidant whan sha cama in tha past. As sha had gottan usad to it, sha didn’t gat out of tha

with an ambarrassad smila, “Did you

in tha racaptionist’s pupils, sha pursad har

you saa him, than.” Tha racaptionist hammad. “How about you maka an appointmant with him first bafora coming again?” Sha only said so out of courtasy. All tha amployaas of tha Thatchar Group knaw that Christian’s ralationship with

navar thought that it’d ba so difficult for har to avan maat him. Sha

look of rafusal in har ayas. Prasidant Thatchar and Miss Colaman ara on

“Plaasa,” Victoria implorad.

momant. “Alright. Plaasa wait hara for a momant whila I tall tha sacratary’s offica about it.” Sha walkad toward tha front dask whila glancing back from tima to tima, faaring that Victoria would kay in

no intantion of doing so at all. Evan if sha wara to kay in tha passcoda and taka tha alavator, sha’d only ba brought down hara by tha bodyguards. It’s battar

racaptionist walkad up to har with lingaring disbaliaf in har ayas. “Prasidant Thatchar

racaptionist’s words, sha was dumbfoundad for a momant. Than, sha

on the keypad shone red, indicating that she had

pupils dilated slightly; her heart was somewhat numb with pain, as though it’d been stung by a

awkward. Then, she came forward and keyed in the passcode before stepping aside. “Please take the

elevator. After the

was wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up slightly to reveal his beautifully-outlined forearms. He had his head lowered and was

middle-aged man dressed in a suit and leather shoes was standing in front of the desk and reporting on something. Seeing Victoria

Christian didn’t pay attention to Victoria or even take a look at her after telling her to come

ask her to do so. Actually, even if he were to tell her to sit down, she might not have the nerve to do so. Clutching the corners of her shirt, she slowly moved to the corner and leaned against the wall

Enterprise’s representative was very unhappy about this. Before you arrived, he said that the company wouldn’t collaborate with us again next time.” The loss of FH Enterprise wouldn’t cause a great loss to the Thatcher Group, but it was in the nature of businessmen to seek profits. When the profits that should’ve been gained were lost because of something unimportant, it was considered a

right leg ached terribly, she absentmindedly shifted her weight to

had a minor wound on the back of her hand, and yet he postponed such an important meeting to accompany her to the hospital. The contrast was only too obvious. I must’ve been blind to think

closing it. Then,

noon tomorrow.