The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 70

Christian glanced at him sideways. “Who taught you English? Can’t you even distinguish between being rational and heartless?”

“The one who always failed our English test isn’t qualified to say that about me.” Matthew raised his leg to kick him, but was interrupted by Christian’s faint words. “These clothes cost 120,000. Seeing you’re my friend, I’ll give you a discount. 2,000 per kick. Payment is to be made after the kick. It doesn’t matter if you forgot my card number. I’ll have my assistant send it to your phone.”

Hearing that, Matthew hurriedly retracted his foot. “The face of a capitalist is really hideous.”

Christian ignored him.

“But seriously, Miss Spritz is too tricky. You’d better watch out.” Matthew sighed. “I’ve fallen into her trap a few times, but I can’t accuse her of anything… Anyway, it’s complicated.”

Christian smirked. “Don’t compare your low IQ with mine.”

“Christian,” Matthew said as he continued to brew his cup of coffee. “Will it kill you if you don’t insult me for a moment?”

Christian replied indifferently, “It won’t kill me. It’ll just make me a little uncomfortable.”

The aroma of coffee wafted around the room as Matthew fell silent. After blowing on his cup and taking a sip, he said, “This coffee is good. It’s a waste to leave it with you, so I’ll take it back with me later.”

Christian hummed carelessly. “I have a few more cans at home. You can take them all away if you like.”

“I can just come back for more after I’m done.” Matthew placed his cup of coffee down under his disgusted gaze and asked curiously, “What exactly did Victoria do to you two years ago that made breaking her legs and sending her to jail not enough, but you had to keep her at Delta Club?”

His eyes flashing, Christian glanced at him. “You want to know?”

Matthew nodded. “I’m a little curious.”

positions as he lowered his head and

back on. “Christian, stop once you’ve done almost everything you have to do, and leave a way out for her. That way, it’s good for both you

Christian scoffed. “Did your parents ask you to intercede on Victoria’s

that silly apprentice of mine, who keeps chattering about how pitiful Victoria is all day. After she found out that you and I are friends, she begged me to

of his

this, Matthew said, “What I said was just a casual remark, to complete the task my parents and apprentice gave

his sentence, his

Christian probed, “Well?”

glasses pointedly. “Christian, as a bystander, I can see things more clearly. Personally, I suggest you not to go too far,

work as a relationship expert instead. With

future.” Matthew clicked his tongue. Then, with the can of coffee powder in his hand, he walked toward

the door closed, Christian raised his eyebrows slightly, his bony fingers tapping lightly on the coffee table a

Beep…

with a call from his mother who asked him to go back for dinner. He was about to refuse out of habit, but when the words were at the tip of his tongue, he swallowed them and only gave a muffled hum

Thatcher Residence, and after tossing the car keys to the maid, he went to

his younger uncle, as well as his family together brought the total number of people in the household to more than 20. Other than that, two of

on their own. His grandfather, Philip Thatcher, favored his younger uncle’s family and ate with them most of

Evelyn smiled, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes rippling shallowly, but not affecting her feminine charm. “Amy

and wiped his hands with a wet towel.

collaboration over in England, and his business trip was extended by a month.” Evelyn lowered her eyes, her expression

snorted lightly and put the towel down. “Is it a problem with the collaboration or his

sighed and said helplessly, “Why are you so straightforward?