The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 135

Vincent was concerned Teresa had hurt her leg, and he drew her behind him. “You don’t have to do these chores.” Then he yelled angrily at the receptionist, “Where have the others gone? Do you not have anyone here?”

“Did something bother you today, Mr. Coleman?” Mr. Sharp walked downstairs with a pale face. “Please have some tea to relax,” he said with a smile.

Vincent simply scoffed and glared at him.

“Thomas, please serve some tea to Mr. Coleman right away!” Mr. Sharp was getting chills from Vincent’s stare and couldn’t keep his smile on.

His staff Thomas, whom he instructed, responded and went to get some tea. However, before he could serve the tea—

With a bang, Vincent kicked Mr. Sharp to the ground. Then he squatted, grabbed Mr. Sharp’s hair and ruthlessly growled, “So you’re the one who asked Victoria to clean the rooftop on her own, huh?”

Mr. Sharp collapsed on all fours after the kick, and he was unsure of where his glasses had fallen. He groped for a long time before finding them, but his glasses had been crushed and he couldn’t wear them at all by then.

He looked at Vincent with squinted eyes as cold sweat trickled down from his forehead. “Yes, I was the one who sent her there. Is there any issue with that? She works for the Delta Club, so it’s natural for me to delegate some tasks to her—”

“Shut up!” Vincent interrupted with a yell and punched Mr. Sharp.

Mr. Sharp’s left side of the face immediately swelled. He was so shocked that he covered his face and shrank back, unable to complete even a single sentence. “W-What exactly happened? You must, at the very least, explain why you are doing this to me!”

“You nearly killed my sister! How dare you act so innocently in front of me!” Vincent grabbed Mr. Sharp’s collar and lifted him. Every word he said was forced out through his gritting teeth.

Mr. Sharp was taken aback by Vincent’s words. His face turned horrifyingly pale, and shivers ran down his spine. “You can’t hold it against me! I, too, am an employee! I simply followed my superior’s instructions; I have no idea what happened! I… I’ve already explained the situation to Miss Coleman, and she said she understands and doesn’t blame me! I really have no idea what happened!”

He was almost in tears as he spoke.

When he told Victoria to clean the rooftop by herself, he made sure he spoke carefully so as not to cause any trouble. Even if something did happen, he would not get involved, but he had not anticipated Vincent being completely unreasonable!

The crowd around them burst out laughing and began to cheer while watching what was going on.

If a disagreement arose, someone from the Delta Club would normally intervene and inform Charlotte or Christian. Today, however, they were told to keep their heads down and pretend they didn’t know what had happened to Mr. Sharp.

Mr. Sharp, on the other hand, wanted to shift all blame to his superiors in order for Vincent to count his scores with Charlotte or Christian, and let Mr. Sharp off the hook.

Yet, Vincent became even angrier when he heard Mr. Sharp’s words, and he kicked the man hard. “How dare you mention Christian in order to frighten me! Do you honestly believe I’m afraid of him?”

Mr. Sharp had no answer to that. The only thing he could do was curl up on the floor and sob, pleading with Vincent to let him go.

After feeling exhausted, Vincent finally stopped beating Mr. Sharp. He grabbed Mr. Sharp’s collar with clenched teeth and asked, “Daisy happened to lock the rooftop door after you told Victoria to clean up the rooftop on her own, didn’t she? Did you intend for that to happen?”

Everyone gasped when they heard that. Vincent was notorious for spoiling his sister, and now Mr. Sharp had locked Vincent’s sister up on the rooftop, so iIt was no surprise that Vincent went insane and viciously attacked Mr. Sharp.

“T-The door was locked?” There was a thunderstorm last night, and terrible things could have happened if someone were locked on the rooftop. At that point, Mr. Sharp was so terrified that he was drenched in cold sweat. “I’ve no idea about that! It was my superior’s order to have Victoria clean the rooftop. I really don’t know about the locked door. Mr. Coleman, you can’t blame me for that!”

Mr. Sharp was so terrified that he couldn’t resist nature’s call. The entire lobby was immediately filled with the stench of urine.

Smelling that, Vincent immediately threw Mr. Sharp on the floor and took a few steps backward. The onlookers also took a few steps back while covering their noses.

“Your superior’s order?” The sound of a woman resonated, attracting the attention of many of the men present.

“Isn’t that too much blame to place on me?” Charlotte asked as she walked in. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Mr. Sharp’s face turned ghastly pale as he looked at her. He continued to tremble and tried to explain, but nothing came out of his mouth.

Seeing that, Vincent spat on the floor while scolding vulgarities and looking enraged.

He assumed Christian was offended by the camera and the drugs incidents, and that what happened on the rooftop was his retaliation against Victoria, but it turned out now that everything was Mr. Sharp’s idea.

Mr. Sharp could see the venom in Vincent’s eyes right away. His limbs softened and he began pleading for mercy, his face swollen, “M-Mr. Coleman, I had nothing to do with locking the door! Daisy… Daisy was the one to do it. It was her idea as well to send Victoria to the rooftop… I-I have nothing to do with it!”novelxo.com fast update

Vincent, however, was too enraged to listen to Mr. Sharp’s explanation. At that, he blew a gasket and grabbed a vase nearby, slashing it across Mr. Sharp’s head.

Blood splashed everywhere, but the injury was not fatal.

Mr. Sharp collapsed on the floor, his hands on his head as he yelped in pain.

“You two, come here and throw him out into the rain! Only take him to the hospital if he is about to die. Just make sure he doesn’t die!” Vincent issued an order to two male employees.

The two male employees remained motionless. Instead, they turned to look at Charlotte, who nodded. With her approval, they then dragged Mr. Sharp by his limbs and carried him out.

Vincent, on the other hand, was emotionless as he looked at the blood trails on the floor. “So, where’s Daisy?” He clenched his teeth, looking around.

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Meanwhile, Christian returned to his house to change his clothes. His body was exhausted, but he wasn’t sleepy at all.

Various scenes jumbled up in his mind, including the time when Victoria followed him everywhere he went, how she behaved lowly in front of everyone after she was released from jail, and all the words his mother, Charlotte, and Derick advised him. All of these things turned his heart upside down.

“Victoria has no desire to live. I called the emergency services, but she later begged me to send them back.”

The female employee’s words rang in his ears, piercing his heart as if each word were a sharp knife.

Christian felt so awful that he couldn’t breathe. Nothing changed no matter how hard he struck his chest.

At this moment, his phone began to vibrate.

As soon as he answered the call, the man from the other end of the line said, “Mr. Thatcher, I’m at the café you mentioned. All information I’ve obtained over the last two years has also been organized per your instructions.”

“Okay. I’ll be there shortly.” Christian’s Adam’s apple moved up and down as his gaze dimmed.