The Clutches Of Hell Novel

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Chapter 99
“Something came up, so I’ll be leaving.”
Victoria could barely suppress the uneasiness in her heart and wanted to walk around Gabrielle and leave while she could still
somewhat maintain her composure. Yet, it was because of her rejection that made Gabrielle misunderstand her, so she tugged
Victoria’s arm and said forlornly, “My boyfriend dumped me by saying that I’m filthy. Do you also think that I’m filthy?”
“No. I’m just going out for a while,” she repeated as patiently as she could.
However, Gabrielle didn’t release her grasp as her eyes brimmed with tears. “Then, do you think that I’m very snobbish because
I wanted to get to know Mr. Thatcher, Miss Spritz, and your brother through you? So, you don’t want me as your friend?”
Victoria merely stared at her, frowning slightly but didn’t say a word.
“I lost my boyfriend, and I don’t have friends anymore. I’m such a failure as a person.” Gabrielle snorted bitterly and released her
in disillusionment.
Her eyes were filled with disappointment and pain, but she didn’t pester Victoria anymore, and she stepped out of the way with
her head hung low.
“Just as you said, humans are all complicated. I’ve never asked my friends to be a hundred percent good to me, just as long as
they don’t harm me.” Victoria swept her gaze across Gabrielle and then walked out.
Gabrielle jerked her head up, a glimmer of hope appearing in her dimmed eyes, “Victoria, am I still your friend?”
Still, Victoria didn’t answer and left after grabbing her purse and cell phone.
It was a little after 12.00PM and many pedestrians and cars were on the streets.
She stood at the entrance as she looked around and realized that she had no idea where to go, and she came out simply
because she didn’t want to argue over the topic of friendship with Gabrielle anymore.
Were they considered friends? Actually, she wasn’t clear about it either.
Beep.

Her cell phone vibrated once.
‘I’ve ordered your favorite food to be delivered to you, and I’ll call you in a while. So, don’t go anywhere!’
It was a text from Vincent.
After she had waited at the entrance for more than ten minutes, she received the delivery from him, but she didn’t want to return
to her dorm. Hence, she paid for a room in a hotel nearby and ate there.
As if she could feel the tremendous pressure on her shoulders, any delicious food would still be tasteless. Therefore, after a few
bites, she couldn’t bring herself to eat anything else, so she curled up in bed and entered a trance-like state.

Suddenly, she sprang up, recalling that she didn’t pick up any sexy lingerie. Although Vincent said that he had prepared it for her,
he was always rather absentminded, and she couldn’t really place her trust in him on this occasion as well.
Thus, she rose to her feet, straightened her clothes, and went to buy the pasta that Gabriella liked in the mall nearby before
returning to the dorm.
“Eat this.” She placed the food in front of Gabrielle and went to grab a gift box from her closet.
“I don’t have the appetite.” At the sight of her favorite food, Gabrielle’s eyes flashed and turned to her, asking, “Today, are you
going to... do that with Mr. Thatcher?”
She felt the gift box was an eyesore, so she ripped off the packaging and tossed the three sets of lingerie into an inconspicuous
bag. “Try to eat a little. Your ex-boyfriend already has another woman, and he won’t feel sad for you, nor will he feel guilty over
this. You’re the only one who’s suffering.”
She didn’t answer Gabrielle’s question as though she didn’t hear it.
Initially, Gabrielle wanted to stop bugging her since it was clear that Victoria didn’t want to talk about it, but after some
contemplation, she still said, “Victoria, it’s better if you don’t go. That plan is not reliable.” She bit her lip and added, slightly
ashamed, “I just wanted you to owe me a favor back then and didn’t really think about it.”
“I’m feeling a little sleepy. I’ll take a nap.” After Victoria placed the bag next to her pillow, she kicked off her shoes, lay down on
her side, and closed her eyes, but she couldn’t sleep no matter how long the time had passed.

Maybe Gabrielle knew that she was feigning sleep, but she kept quiet about it, and she could hear only the soft sound of
chewing in the room.
Every passing second and minute was agonizing, and it felt like years to Victoria. Then, after what felt like a century, her phone
finally rang.
She inhaled deeply as she picked up the call with trembling fingers.
A masculine voice echoed from the other end. “Hello, this is the Forever Home Properties. If you would like to purchase a
property recently—”
A frown appeared on Victoria’s face, and she ended the call swiftly before returning to the bed.
“Victoria.” Gabrielle paced to her bed, gave her a little nudge, and said softly, “I think, if you seduce Mr. Thatcher and leave, he
probably won’t let you go. So, you better think it over and don’t act so impulsively.”
Victoria decided to forget attempting to sleep before the ‘big event’ as she sat up, tucked her messy hair behind her ears, and
said somberly, “I’ve already made up my mind over this. So, don’t worry; I won’t implicate you if anything happens.”
Gabrielle doesn’t have to take the responsibility if anything happens, and not Vince, either, she thought. I’ll bear it all.
“That’s not what I mean. I’m not afraid that I’ll be implicated in this!” Gabrielle explained with a flushed face. “I just think that since
the society is governed by law now, you can resolve anything through the justice system and not necessarily through such a way

—”
Beep.
Beep.
The vibration of a phone broke her off, and Victoria glanced at the caller ID before picking up the phone this time.
“Room 505. Come over, Tori.” His voice was a little hoarse, and it even carried a trace of fatigue she had never heard before
from Vince.
After she replied affirmatively, she hung up, wore her shoes, and was about to leave with the bag of lingerie. .com fast
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However, Gabrielle held her back and said with a complicated look, “Victoria, are you really not going to reconsider this?
Recently, the customers don’t dare to take advantage of you, and the superiors didn’t pick on you either. So, is there really a
need for you to rush into this?”
“Nobody is taking advantage of me or picking on me now, but what about after this?” Victoria jerked her hand away from
Gabrielle’s as she explained, “Even if nobody makes things difficult for me, am I going to tell my kids in the future that I’m
working in a place like this?”
Gabrielle’s eyes dodged away guiltily, mumbling, “It’s nothing. So many in our line of work still got married and have their own
children in the end. So, it’s not as bad as you make it sound.””
“I’m different from the rest of you.” Victoria tugged her lips into a smile, but only ridicule reflected her eyes. “All of you can leave
after making enough money. You can leave this city, get married, and have your own family, but I don’t have the right to leave this
place. If I don’t hold on to this chance, I may have to grow old and die here. Maybe, many will tell their children at that time,
‘Look, that woman named Victoria Coleman has been working in the club all her life’,” she said in a self-deprecating manner.
“Then... Be careful. If you think it’s not going to work out, give up on the plan ASAP and find an excuse to slip away,” Gabrielle
said. Before Victoria could say anything to refute her, she continued, “If you’re unsuccessful and made Mr. Thatcher mad, find a
way to contact me, and I’ll look for Miss Spritz. She’s a kind person. Even if she knows you’re seducing Mr. Thatcher, she can
probably understand your difficult predicament and help speak up for you.”
“No, thanks.” A layer of ice frost crawled over her eyes, and she spun around to leave.
Gabrielle grabbed her again from behind and advised earnestly, “Victoria, are you really going to suffer for that little bit of dignity?
It’s nothing to ask for help from your rival in love. Moreover, I think Miss Spritz is a really nice person, and she probably won’t
make fun of you over such a small thing.”
“Between suffering a little and apologizing to your ex-boyfriend that it’s your fault, which one will you pick?” Victoria asked calmly,
prying off her hand.
Although Gabrielle didn’t know why she was asking this out of the blue, it still riled her up. “I sacrificed so much for him, but he
cheated on me and dated someone else. It’s obviously his fault, so why should I apologize? I would rather eat rot than apologize
to that jerk of a man!”
“Unlike you, instead of eating rot, I would rather die than ask for help from Bella Spritz.” Then, Vincent called again to urge her to
hurry, and without arguing further with Gabrielle, who had a complicated look on her face, she dashed out of the room, bag in

tow.