Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Chapter 101 A Handsome But Violent Man

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Ruan, how are you doing? Have you also rented an office here? I must blame

Hiram for that. How could he allow his woman to suffer this? You know, people here are tough to get

along with. Not looking after his fiancee is definitely not a gentleman's deed. You must be sad. Am I

right?"

Hearing his sarcastic words, Rachel immediately understood what he meant.

She thought in her mind, people always said one couldn't avoid meeting their enemies. Yes, this saying

was totally true, she was facing it!

Strictly speaking, Patrick was not her enemy, but Rachel had placed him in her list of people to avoid.

Why? This man was too astute to be a friend and he was constantly trying to figure out what he could

get from you. He was so cunning that he could get what he wanted.

You must keep your eyes wide open when he was around you. Or he would take all you had

relentlessly and cruelly.

"Nice to meet you, too. Women should do nothing at all in your opinion, I see. We have no rights, not

even the right of going out to work, right?" Rachel retorted with a smile on her face. She deliberately

took a few steps backward from him in order to keep a distance.

Patrick raised his eyebrows upon hearing her. He stood there and looked up and down at her. His eyes

were full of suspicions and he was curious as to what was going on, "I believe Hiram is a generous

person. But look at what you're wearing, don't you think it looks quite humble as you are Hiram's

fiancee? I wondered if you're wearing designer clothes, but apparently you aren't. Then, tell me. Is

Hiram too mean to support his wife? You are working because you have a lack of money."

Rachel felt ridiculous upon what he said. She tried not to laugh, "That is totally my choice. I would like

to wear what I like, and it has nothing to do with Hiram. It is quite rude of you to compare me with other

women when you barely know me!"

Whether she lacked money was not for him to judge. Actually she had got countless expensive clothes

bought by Hiram, and they were right there in the villa Hiram lived in. But she was too proud to bring

those clothes with her, even one piece from amongst them.

Thinking of which family he came from, it was no wonder Patrick would think of what she wore as

humble. For him as well as Hiram, fancy cars and luxury clothes were just daily necessities. But for

Rachel, things would become complicated.

"By the way, what I wear has none of your business. You think it is humiliating to wear clothes like

these, but may I ask you why? Do I humiliate you?" Rachel turned around and went inside after she

finished her conversation. She didn't care what Patrick would say as it was a waste of time to talk with

him.

Why did Celine take so long? Had she flushed herself away in the washroom, she thought hysterically!

She walked a few steps and heard something banging behind her loudly. It sounded like something

heavy was falling on the floor from above.

Rachel turned around to check out the sound. She saw Patrick down on one of his knees, and there

was a man standing behind him, with a black mask on his face and a big stick in his hands. The man

was hitting Patrick again and again on his head.

Rachel was frantic and she couldn't help screaming.

What on earth was the matter? An attack? Or an ambush?

Patrick moved his head sharply to avoid the attack and stretched one of his legs out quickly toward the

man. The man fell to the ground. Patrick moved so fast that Rachel couldn't believe her eyes. One

moment later, he was crouching over the man and beating him violently.

"Did Preston send you for me? That son of a bitch! Why didn't he come over and stand face to face

with me himself? All he is good at are underhanded things like this! It's a shame on him! I will look

down upon him forever!

It's humiliating to have an elder brother like him. He is blackening the face of our family all over the

world! Shame on him!"

Clutching the collar of the man, Patrick punched him again and again ruthlessly. But what he didn't

notice was that another man was approaching him quietly from the back. It looked like the other man

was waiting until he had found a good chance.

Rachel lost her mind at first, but after all that she had been through herself, she pulled herself back

together. She turned her head to look at what was going on, and she saw the shadow of the other man

approaching. She was about to warn Patrick but she hesitated. She didn't want to get into trouble.

But a second thought struck her, what if they believed Patrick and she were together? Would they

attack her too? She wondered. Then she changed her mind.

"Mr. Yan, stop beating him! You may take his life! Stop it now!" She shouted at Patrick from a distance

and pretended that she could not see the other man.

Patrick stopped and raised his eyes from the man under him. Suddenly he noticed that there was

someone approaching him from behind. The man was almost touching his shoulders. He bent forward

quickly, his hands reached up to catch him, and then he threw the man over his shoulders. The other

man had fallen on the ground too. Patrick got up and dashed to him, beating and kicking him

mercilessly.

Rachel did not dare look at them fighting. It was so cruel. She covered her eyes with her hands.

She had seen Hiram beating people, but nothing like the man in front of her. Hiram was straightforward

but not belligerent. He always finished the fight as soon as he could.

Just then, Celine came out of the washroom, and she was speaking to someone on her phone. When

she saw what was happening in the corridor, she was stunned.

It was finally done. Patrick got up from above the other man, but he felt dizzy. He tried to hold up his

head, and closed his eyes.

Rachel walked towards him. She looked at the two men lying on the ground, miserably moaning. Then

she turned her eyes at Patrick. He was standing still with eyes closed and his hands holding his head.

"Oh, my god!" Rachel screamed. Patrick was falling slowly onto the ground with his face downward.

Rachel fastened her steps. She reached out and held him with her hands to help him stand straight,

"Are you OK, Mr. Yan? I believe you must go to the hospital right now." Although she was not willing to

help him, she couldn't persuade herself to leave an injured man like that.

Leaning on her slim shoulders, Patrick shook his head heavily, "I'm fine, just a little dizzy. There is no

need to go to hospital. I can handle myself."

"Sorry to let you go through such a shameful thing. Family troubles are not something to be talked

about in public places. It's my elder brother. He always thinks of me as the enemy. I'm the most hated

person in his life. He has been looking for chances to get rid of me, " Patrick said to her. He let Rachel

go and walked a few steps to lean over the wall. He looked up, and took a cigar from his pocket.

Preston knew that he had come to H City, and this was not the first time he had been attacked.

Rachel saw him trying to light his cigar unsuccessfully. Maybe he was still dizzy or his hands were

trembling. She went to him and took his lighter. She lighted his cigar for him, "I know this is none of my

business. But you should take care of yourself. Lots of tragedies are caused when brothers in the same

family have disputes about family wealth. They have happened since ancient times."

Patrick picked up the lighter she passed to him, and put it back in his pocket. He smoked his cigar.

"Thank you. Thank you for all you did for me, especially for warning me about the other man."

It seemed that she had shouted at him carelessly, but he knew. If not for her, he might have been

beaten on his head again. He owed her.

Rachel smiled at him but said nothing.

She turned around and said to Celine, "Let's go. Let's call it a day."

Celine was still a little stunned. She nodded her head repeatedly. She looked at Patrick timidly and then

turned around to lock the door. She left the building with Rachel.

Patrick was leaning against the wall, smoking his cigar. He watched the two women leaving and then

turned his eyes to the ground.

'Preston, my brother.

You think I will let you go again and again because you're my elder brother. You're wrong, and this will

be the last time, ' Patrick thought.

As they came out of the building, Celine kept asking Rachel, "Rachel, dear, who's the man over there?

He was so brave! I adore him."

Although he was a little violent, he was handsome to look at.

"I'm not quite familiar with him. I just met him once when Hiram and I were hanging out in a bar, "

Rachel didn't want to mention Patrick any more. She planned to go visit Fannie tomorrow. She took out

her phone to call Fannie and asked her what she needed. She still had a few minutes and would take

this time to go shopping.

"Really? I heard you called him Mr. Yan. What's his full name? Would you give me his phone number?"

Celine stared at Rachel expectantly. At first glance at Patrick, she had felt her heart beating fast as if it

would jump out from her chest. It must be love.

"Patrick Yan. That's his name. I don't have his phone number, sorry. But you can turn back to our office.

I bet he has not left yet." Rachel replied to Celine carelessly. She was busy calling her mom.

"Hello, my dear."

"Mom, this is Rachel. I will come to visit you tomorrow. What do you need? I can bring it along."

Celine didn't give up and wanted to ask for Patrick's number again. Rachel was speaking to her mom NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

on the phone. She had to leave Rachel alone. She looked back at the building and shook her head

slightly.

"I don't need anything, my dear. Do you have time to come back tomorrow? How is Hiram? How about

you two? Have you made it up?" Fannie asked questions after questions. All she cared for was their

relationship and their happiness. If they didn't get back to each other, she would feel miserable.

"OK, mom. How about the yoghurt I bought last time? I remember you said it tasted good. I'll bring

another two boxes, OK?" Rachel wasn't prepared to answer Fannie's question and she talked about

other things instead.

"Whatever, as you like. You're welcome to come back home. But you must come back together with

Hiram. Tell him I'm missing him so much and want to meet him." Fannie responded quickly and she

wouldn't let Rachel go.

Her heart was still heavy since she didn't see the couple with her own eyes.

"Mom, I……"

Rachel closed her eyes and sighed to herself helplessly, "OK, I'll ask him whether he is available, but I

can't promise you anything."

Celine saw Rachel hanging up her phone. She came close and held her hands, "My dear Rachel, can

you tell me more about Patrick Yan, please? I wonder what he does for a living……"

Rachel's phone began to ring before Celine could finish saying her piece.

Rachel shrugged her shoulders and looked at her phone. It was Carl calling. What was the matter?

Oh, she had almost forgotten.

She had promised Hiram to have dinner with him at his parents' place tonight.