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.

the bottom of Christian’s eyes soon became blurred as his pale face flushed again at some

the side, and instructed the security guard, “The car is already waiting downstairs. You can

bobbed his head up and down before he helped Christian out of the

door was locked from the outside, making it impossible for Victoria to open it from the inside. She banged on the door and

half an hour later that Charlotte

on the opposite side, only to find that the private room was exceptionally tidy. Her torn clothes, the shattered

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

Christian nor her brother. She then ran to Charlotte and asked in a shaky voice, “Miss Charlotte, d-do

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

Victoria did not care at all about Christian’s injury or where he was now. She only grabbed Charlotte’s arm and asked again, “Did you see

only did I see him, I was almost beaten by him. Mr. Coleman sure is getting way out

her mind became a mess. Despite the fact that she was eager to know about Vincent’s

alright. I 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

for telling me this, Miss Charlotte.” She heaved a

be at ease. Christian did not seem like the type of person who would just

turned her head and informed Victoria, “You don’t have to work today. Head home

but Victoria was riddled with anxiety as her right eyelid pulsated

it felt cooling and empty under her skirt as there was nothing under

and two women standing in the elevator. One of the women pointed to Victoria, and stood on tiptoes as

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

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