The Clutches Of Hell Novel

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Chapter 20 You’re The One at Fault

At that, Victoria looked up at Lucas. “Don’t worry. Even if I die, you and your sister won’t be invited to

my funeral. I don’t want to see you two ever again in my life.”

“Victoria.” Lucas turned grim as he clenched the tube of ointment. You’re the one at fault here, not Bella

and I!”

Even if they never saw each other again, Lucas and Bella would be the ones who refused to see her

and not the other way around.

Victoria tugged at her lips. Though she still looked indifferent, the smirk added a hint of mockery to her

face.

“Why did I even bother coming?! Forget about two hours, it serves your right to kneel for two days or

years when you keep clinging onto your mistakes!” With that, he turned around and headed to the

elevator, chucking the ointment into a trash can.

A muffled metallic sound came from the collision of the ointment and the trash, making the atmosphere

in the corridor even more depressed.

Livid with rage, Cameron wanted to punish Victoria, but the door to a private room opened just then,

and a head poked out. “Cleaner, come here. Someone puked all over the place.”

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“Coming.” Victoria grabbed the cleaning supplies and went into the room in the front.

The room was smoke-shrouded, filled with the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, ladies’ perfume, and the

acidic smell of vomit, making Victoria unable to breathe.

“Sorry for disturbing,” she said, walking toward the large patch of vomit on the couch and coffee table

with a washcloth.

Her crisp voice was exceptionally jarring in the smoke-shrouded room, causing several men who were

flirting with women to look in Victoria’s direction.

“A gorgeous girl, eh? Just when I thought she’d be some old hag!”

“She looks pretty fine; I wonder what her body is like. Take your clothes off and let me have a look at it.

If I like it, you can be my chick. What do you say?”

“Dude, you must be blind! Do you not see how hot she is? Be my chick. I guarantee you’ll get more

than you earn here!”

Despite the obscenities the men hurled at her, Victoria turned a blind eye to them and focused on

cleaning the vomit.

The gooey texture of the cloth and the rotten, acidic smell made her stomach churn, but she endured it

with gritted teeth.

“My shoe got stained as well. Why don’t you wipe it clean for me too, gorgeous?!” A man latched his

blazing gaze on her.

Victoria stood up and took a step back, trying her best to calm her surging stomach. “The washcloth is

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dirty. I’ll go and get a new one.”

She turned around the second she finished her words, but the man spoke once more, ogling her. “Don’t

bother! With a beauty like you, nothing is disgusting.”

However, Victoria remained unmoving, only keeping her head lowered. She clenched the washcloth in

her hand, allowing the vomit to drip down from the cloth and onto her shoes and shirt. Just the sight of

it looked disgusting, and the group moved away from her with unconcealed disgust. The man, however,

continued leering at her, sizing up her body for some time.

Victoria licked her dry lips, walked to his side, and squatted down. Before she could see

wherxo.com fast updatee the filth on his shoe was, he suddenly grabbed her hair, pulling her

closer to him.

The momentum caused her to kneel with a thud, and she leaned back reflexively only to realize she

was kneeling in front of him by the time she came to herself.

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Everyone in the room burst into laughter the next second. Some even blew whistles at her.

On the other hand, Victoria kneeled on the ground like a toy, being ridiculed and toyed with. She was in

absolute discomfiture,

Her hands pressed against the vomit-filled washcloth while her jagged short hair concealed the utter

forbearance in her eyes.

She bit her lip hard while her whole body shuddered.

There’s an ashtray on the coffee table. It’ll be a good weapon to his head!

At that, she felt for the ashtray, but the second she touched the edge, she withdrew her hand.

Doing so will only piss off Christian…

“Sweetheart.” The man pulled at her hair like a scoundrel while chucking a wad of cash on the coffee

table with a malicious gaze. One hundred for a favor. What do you say?”

Victoria, who was forced to look at him, removed her liquid foundation while her stomach continued to

churn. However, she could only fight back the uncomfortableness and make sure she didn’t puke.

Meanwhile, everyone in the room ridiculed her and said, “Hurry up, sweetheart. You’ll get more than

you’ll ever earn working as a cleaning lady!”

“Huh, James sure doesn’t mind the filth. She’s nothing but a cleaner that cleans the disgusting

washroom every day. At least have her shower first.”

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