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.

go of me! Don’t you all hear me? Let

kill all of

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

“Do you have any proof of that? If the

asked with a grim expression, “If it wasn’t you who locked the door, why

whatever I want. It’s none of your concern!” Daisy broke free

the legs. With that, Daisy wobbled a few

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,

than logic. When he heard that, he raised

matter if he was beating a woman or not. As a result, Gabrielle simply moved her

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

up from the ground and yelled at Gabrielle, “Yes! I was the one who locked that woman

was

to finish his words went

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

and blood gushed from her nose,

Seeing her own hand covered in blood, she was about to begin her scolding

enraged that she wanted to grab Daisy’s

piece of hair fell off the moment

when they saw Daisy’s two-inch hair and the dents on her

attempting to keep her smile

who stood in front of Daisy, were both angry