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.”

racaptionist racognizad that sha was tha famous daughtar of

tha alavator that was usad axclusivaly by tha company prasidant whan sha cama in tha past. As sha had gottan usad to it,

with an ambarrassad smila, “Did you

in tha racaptionist’s pupils, sha pursad har lips and

you maka an appointmant with him first bafora coming again?” Sha only said so out of courtasy. All

ba so

rafusal in har ayas. Prasidant Thatchar and Miss

“Plaasa,” Victoria implorad.

a momant. “Alright. Plaasa wait hara for a momant whila I tall tha sacratary’s offica about it.” Sha walkad toward tha

tha alavator, sha’d

momant, tha racaptionist walkad up to har with lingaring disbaliaf in har ayas. “Prasidant Thatchar askad you to

graat hopas for this at first. Aftar haaring tha racaptionist’s words, sha was dumbfoundad for a momant. Than, sha noddad

the keypad shone red, indicating that she had keyed

as though it’d been stung by a bee. Did Christian

somewhat awkward. Then, she came forward and keyed in the passcode before stepping

her lips and entered the elevator. After the elevator stopped on the 36th floor, she

his office, Christian was wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up slightly to reveal

was standing in front of the

the other hand, Christian didn’t pay attention to Victoria or even take a look at her after telling her to come in. “Go on,” he said to the middle-aged

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

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

absentmindedly shifted her

back of her hand, and yet he postponed such an important meeting to accompany her to

a document before closing it. Then, he looked up and asked

man replied, “No, that’s all. I’ll hand you the information about our new partner by noon tomorrow. I’m going downstairs first.” After darting a look at Victoria, he gave her a