The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 102

Christian swept the glasses off the air with a crash; the glasses shattered on the ground while the wine splattered all over them. With that, the aroma of wine permeated the air in the private room.

Victoria’s stomach dropped at the noise when the glasses broke and flinched involuntarily. She watched him in disbelief as he picked up a glass shard from the ground and stabbed his own thigh without hesitation.

The blood from his wound drenched his suit within moments.

Even so, the only noticeable change in Christian was his paler face. He remained in the same expression and did not even let out a moan despite the agonizing pain.

Victoria wrapped her arms around her body tightly as she was shaking with fear; even the sweat was rolling down her face uncontrollably.

Christian was indeed ruthless toward both the other party and himself as he was willing to wound his thigh just because he did not want to lose control under the effect of the drug. She could not help but wonder about the fate of Vincent and her after Christian came back to his senses.

The tapping of his leather shoes against the ground was getting closer to her.

As she stared at the man, who had a cold look on his handsome face, closing their distance, the blood drained from her face. Her instinct was yelling at her to run away, but she could feel her limbs unbelievably weak as if she was glued to the ground and could not even move an inch from the spot.

She was fearing for her life from the bottom of her heart.

Victoria was afraid that the glass in Christian’s hand would be stabbed into her right thigh at the next moment and handicapped her forever.

Thud! Her heart skipped a beat when the shard fell to the ground with a light thud, but it thumped faster afterward as if it would jump out of her chest at any time.

Quivering her lips to beg for her life, she repeated the scene of him mercilessly breaking her leg two years ago in her mind. At that moment, she lost the strength to speak as though thousands of ants were crawling through her throat.

Christian picked her up in his arms, but did not spare a glance at her as he tossed her out of the private room and slammed the door.

was around 4.00PM and Delta Club was about to welcome its peak hour. There were not any customers in the corridor

Victoria and stopped what

she remembered Victoria’s title of a murderer. Afraid of the consequences of challenging Victoria by taking any photos or recording a video, the woman shoved her phone back where

her hands embracing her chest while her slender legs crossed. Hanging her head low, she allowed her hair to block her pale face from others’ view. A cold sensation was spreading over her limbs and her heart as if the blood in her veins had

private room with her feeble hands. However, Christian had locked the door

waiting around, she had no choice but to walk

and gritting her teeth, she took a step forward with mixed feelings. It was not her priority at the moment even though the three watchers might have

At that moment, the

paled, her body shaking uncontrollably. She could not help but wonder if

of the elevator with a dress in her arm after the door

her almond eyes twitched at what she saw as she strode over Victoria and put her in the dress

on, but at

paid no attention to the reason why Charlotte would show up with a dress as she thanked the other woman in a low

are all rotten to their core.” As soon as Vincent stepped out

he scowled

it was not the best time to

her arms around his neck as she explained tiredly, “I need to thank Miss Charlotte because she lent me these

chased you out of the room with—” Vincent’s eyes widened at the statement and ended his words abruptly; he was disgusted and upset. The feeling resembled someone spitting in his throat, but he could neither cough it out nor dare

herself before she knocked on the door of Room 505.

Room 505 open and shut again before them. She rested her gaze on the shut door for a moment

me down. I can walk by myself,”

not do as told but frowned as he asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong? Why did Christian chase

pinhole camera off my neck,” she answered as she swallowed the feelings and clenched her