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

I’ll kill all

He approached Daisy, who was still swearing, with the vase in his

any proof of that? If the answer is no, you should keep your mouth

lobby. When she heard that, she took a few steps forward and asked with a grim

Daisy broke free from the guards and dashed towards

With that, Daisy wobbled a few steps backwards before leaning on the big vase and

came downstairs not long after. She tried to strain her neck among the crowd to see what was going on. In an eerie tone, she then said, “Isn’t it not confirmed that she was

had always been an impulsive man who relied on his fists more than logic. When he heard that, he raised his fist threateningly

or not. As

picked up by a young man, who continued, “Mr. Coleman, aren’t you acting like a tyrant here? How do you intend to resolve the situation

Gabrielle, “Yes! I was the one who locked that woman on the rooftop!

crowd was

hadn’t even got the chance to

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

after getting punched. Her eyes went blank and blood gushed from her

covered in blood,

grab

hair fell off the moment she

stunned before bursting out laughing when they saw Daisy’s two-inch hair and the dents

lips, attempting to keep

stood in front of Daisy,