The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 8

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Chapter 8 Fainted

A half-smile appeared on Christian’s face as he turned to face the woman. “Charlotte Smith, manager

of the Delta Club, since when were you such a saint that you would speak up for strangers?”

Charlotte arched an alluring eyebrow and was about to say something when someone knocked on the

door.

The sound of the door knock shocked her, and she set down her teacup. I’m not a saint, but that girl is

quite resilient. It would be a pity if she died on my doorstep.”

Then, she got up and swayed her hips over to the door to open it. Christian cast a narrow glare at her

back. However, the words Victoria spoke as she kneeled there were etched in his mind. That woman

had truly changed a lot. He picked up the teacup and took a sip of the slightly bitter texo.com fast

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Charlotte stood at the door and exchanged words with the person who had knocked. Then, she turned

around and returned to her office. When she saw that egotistical man’s back, she froze and said softly,

“She has fainted.”

The hands holding the teacup shivered slightly. “What about Lucas?”

“I heard he was so worried that he sent her to the hospital himself.”

Christian’s expression was unfathomable as he pursed his lips. After a while, he said, “Get two people

to follow them.”

Victoria appeared to be dreaming. In her dreams, she had returned to prison. She was beaten by the

prison’s chubby boss, and she set the facility on fire when she had enough. The massive fire had

trapped everyone who had bullied her, including herself. However, just when she believed she had

attained freedom, she opened her eyes and was once again confronted by reality. A slight frown

formed on her face as she glanced up at the drip bottle.

“You’re awake?” A low voice was heard coming from the side.

Victoria was startled to see Christian seated on a sofa next to her. His long legs were crossed over

each other.

“Victoria, you hadn’t learned much in those two years of prison, but you mastered the art of

manipulating others into feeling sorry for you.” He arched an eyebrow and had a mocking expression in

his piercing eyes.

Her lips moved, but she remained silent. After all, he had come to the point where he could no longer

tolerate her.

However, her refusal to reply sparked a slight rage in him. “Keeping quiet?”

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Victoria pursed her dry lips and turned her head to look at him. “Mr. Thatcher, you already have your

own answer, so what can I say?”

Christian frowned. Although Victoria appeared submissive at the moment, she was actually rebellious.

He got to his feet and made his way toward her. Before she realized what was happening, his tall frame

had enveloped her.

Then, he reached out and grabbed her chin. He said in a cold voice, “Victoria, your appearance really

makes me retch.”

The grasp hurt her, but she knew it was not the time to complain. The air was so frigid that it seemed

like suffocation. Fortunately, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Christian was visibly upset as he released his grip and sat on the sofa. “Come in,” he replied coldly.

Victoria drew in several big breaths of air. She assumed the nurse had come to check on her, but it was

Lucas.

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