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.

peak hour. There were not any customers in the corridor at the moment, but a janitor was cleaning around while two hostesses

and stopped what they

of a murderer. Afraid of the

allowed her hair to block her pale face from others’ view. A cold sensation was spreading over her limbs and her heart as

private room with her feeble hands. However, Christian had locked the door from the other side, so her attempt failed as

had no choice but

breath 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 different reactions, such

At that moment, the elevator

She could not help but wonder if she had to humiliate herself by walking around

out of the elevator with

at what she saw as she strode over Victoria and put

pleasant experience without her lingeries on,

with a dress as she thanked

to thank her! Christian and the people around him are all rotten to their core.” As soon as Vincent stepped out of the washroom, he heard his sister

her bare feet, he scowled before he carried her in his

but he knew it was not the best time to ask when Charlotte was standing next

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

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

and excused herself before she knocked on the door of Room 505.

open and shut again before them. She rested her

you can put me down. I can walk

“What’s wrong? Why did Christian chase

camera off my neck,” she answered