The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 137

Under Christian’s cold stare, Michael put his cappuccino down and sat with his arms crossed. “Anyway, based on my two-year investigation, Miss Spritz is truly terrifying. You would be in trouble if you married her, despite her good looks and family education.”

“The police have compared the recording and determined that it was Victoria’s voice. The recording is genuine.” Christian stood up, looked down at Michael and said, “If the recording is genuine, you can’t prove Victoria is innocent, right?”

Being stared at by Christian made Michael uneasy. He moved around before standing up and coughing lightly. “I suspect that the recording was made at random in the past, when Miss Coleman and Miss Spritz were playing around. But this is just my suspicion. I need more time and effort to investigate, just as I suspected the car wasn’t Miss Coleman’s.”

It wasn’t long after the rain stopped but the sun was already out, shining brightly against the vast blue sky.

Christian stood with his eyes lowered, the sun’s rays reflecting on his eyelashes and casting shadows on his face. He was in a bright spot, but he appeared so gloomy that those around him were terrified.

The café was cozy, with green plants that were visually appealing. The aroma of coffee pervaded the entire space. It was relaxing to sit in the café with a hot beverage.

However, Michael, who was standing in front of Christian, found nothing enjoyable about it. Finally, he couldn’t keep quiet any longer and broke the silence. “This is already the most I can do, Mr. Thatcher. I understand your dissatisfaction, but I can only refund half of the payment. After all, I can’t work for nothing for the past two years…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Christian sat down and wrote a cheque before standing up and stuffing the cheque into Michael’s palm. “Continue with the investigation.”

Michael looked at the figure written on the cheque and smiled right away. “Rest assured that I’ll contact you right away if I manage to get anything.”

Christian responded with a nod. He exited the café with a solemn expression, his silhouette gloomy.

…

Meanwhile, what happened to Mr. Sharp was only the beginning of a long night at the Delta Club. The onlookers’ party was just getting started.

Daisy was cursing as she was led downstairs. All of the expletives she used seemed to be in stark contrast to her stunning appearance.

me! Don’t you all

kill all

still swearing, with the vase in his hand and asked, “So you’re the one who

and replied arrogantly, “Do you have any proof of that? If the answer is no, you should keep your mouth

and was also in the lobby. When she heard that, she took a few steps forward and asked with a grim expression, “If it

free

before she could reach Gabrielle, Vincent kicked her on the legs. With that, Daisy wobbled a few steps backwards before leaning on the big vase and falling

going on. In an eerie tone, she then said, “Isn’t it not confirmed that she was the one who locked the door? What

impulsive man who relied on his fists more than logic. When he heard that, he raised his fist threateningly and

didn’t matter if he was beating a woman or not. As a result, Gabrielle simply moved her body indignantly, but she did not

not afraid of him. Jessica’s words were picked up by a young man, who continued,

from the ground and yelled at Gabrielle, “Yes! I was the one who

the crowd was speechless when they heard

man who hadn’t even got the chance to

asked what we could do, didn’t you?” Vincent approached Daisy and punched her on the nose hard, his eyes red. “I can make you wish you’d

blank and blood gushed from her nose, smearing half of her

face quickly with her right hand. Seeing her own hand covered in blood, she was about to begin

wanted to grab

hair fell off the

laughing when they saw Daisy’s two-inch hair and the

curved the corners of her lips, attempting to

in front of Daisy,