The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 136

Chapter 136

After the call, Christian planned to drive to the café. However, as he sat in the driver’s seat, he remembered that the traffic cops had detained his driver’s license. With a frown, he dialed his driver’s number.

“This is the fastest I can go, Mr. Christian! If I go any faster than this, I’ll get into trouble!” Even though they had only been on the road for ten minutes, the driver repeated himself for the umpteenth time.

Christian clearly wasn’t pleased with what he heard. He pursed his lips and furrowed his brows as he looked at his watch.

Fifteen minutes later, they reached the café.

Christian stepped out of the car and into the café, his steps quicker than usual. The driver quickly followed.

“Wait for me in the car,” Christian stopped and said.

The driver gave a light hum and returned to his car, puzzled. Christian had always let the driver follow him wherever he went, but today he did the opposite. The driver began to wonder if Christian had come to the café for an under-the-table issue.

Christian entered the café and, under the glare of the waitress, walked straight to the man wearing a baseball cap in the corner.

He approached the man and asked, “Where’s the thing?”

“Don’t be so anxious, Mr. Thatcher,” Michael said, pointing to the seat across from him. “Please take a seat first. The problem appears to be more complicated than you believe.”

Hearing that, Christian took the seat in front of Michael.

you a lot, Mr. Thatcher?” Michael asked, smiling as

the waitress came over. Smilingly, she

cappuccino. Extra sugar,

taking down his order, the waitress then

opening the paper

returned to the coffee bar and quickly delivered a cup of cappuccino and latte. She did not, however, leave after

to become impatient. His usual reserved demeanor was absent in the face of

gathered her courage and asked, “Can I

without

say anything further, he quickly continued, “We have

She then

what had happened. She’s a pretty lady, but she has terrible

side before opening the

Thatcher, why did you order the coffee if you’re not going to drink it?” Michael took a sip of his

if I don’t order something. That will disturb our discussion.” Christian’s face darkened as he flipped through the papers and extracted

as he placed

continued, “Let me make a guess. I suspect that the red sports car Miss Coleman

brows and unbuttoned his collar while saying, “The model, car plate number, as well as the scratch at the door on

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