The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 104

With nonchalance, Vincent snorted. “Those who only care about their own interests and not about their own child deserve it even if they go bankrupt!”

“Are you serious?” Charlotte rested one hand on her waist and said slowly, “You better think this through. If the Colemans went bankrupt, you wouldn’t be able to spend as much money as you do now. You might even have to sell the cars in your garage that you love so much—”

“Cut the crap. What does my spending have anything to do with you? F*ck off!” Vincent did not feel the need to be gentle toward women who were neither his wife nor sister. He abruptly shoved Charlotte away and brought a foot up to kick Christian.

Seeing this, she tilted her head and looked at the security guards with a frown on her face. “Did you come here for the drama? Is no one going to stop Mr. Coleman?”

When her words fell, Christian had already taken hold of Vincent’s outstretched leg before he gave it a hard tug.

“F*ck!” Vincent would have fallen to the floor if it was not because he held onto the couch at the side. However, the act of splitting his legs accidentally pulled at his family jewels, making him break out in cold sweat from the pain.

In that meantime, two of the security guards had stepped forward and were already holding Vincent down on both sides.

The other one, as per Charlotte’s order, went and supported Christian, whose face was as pale as paper.

“Mr. Thatcher, how would you like to have Mr. Coleman handled?” Charlotte asked, “Would you like for me to call the cops over and take him away? What would you prefer?”

Christian’s arm was hung on the back of the security guard’s neck and his cold sweat on his forehead from the pain was dripping down his cheeks.

He just gave Vincent a brief glance before he looked away and gave an irrelevant anwer. “Have the security delete today’s surveillance.”

“But it is a rule to keep the surveillance footage for more than three months,” Charlotte informed.

but the bottom of Christian’s eyes soon became blurred as his pale

“The car is already waiting downstairs.

the bodyguard quickly bobbed his head up and

inside. She banged on the door and shouted for a

about half an hour later that Charlotte opened the door for

Room 505 on the opposite side, only to find that

clean that she even thought the bloodstain she saw earlier was from a dream

her brother. She then ran to Charlotte and asked in a shaky voice, “Miss Charlotte,

his thigh. Are you not going to ask where he is now?” Charlotte’s lips curled into a charming arc, but it was a

about Christian’s injury or where he was now. She only grabbed Charlotte’s arm and asked

filled with imperceptible anger. “Not only did I

the fact that she was eager to know about Vincent’s situation, she had to patiently apologize to Charlotte. “My brother lost

understand how he feels.” At the sight of her apologetic face, Charlotte let out a small sigh, possibly out of sympathy or some other emotion. “Rest assured that your brother is fine. Mr. Thatcher didn’t seem like he was planning to hold your brother accountable for

Victoria’s anxiety by a little. “Thank you for telling me this, Miss Charlotte.”

Christian did not seem like the

stopped in her tracks, turned her head and informed Victoria, “You don’t have to work

It was a good thing to be able to rest, but Victoria was riddled with anxiety as her right

though there was no wind, it felt cooling and empty under her skirt

of the women pointed to Victoria, and stood on tiptoes as she leaned over to the man and whispered

they were saying, she could not help feeling like they were discussing

closed her legs and stood in the corner of the elevator, her hands on her sides grabbing tightly to her shirt. Her cheeks were pale one second and red the next, and it