Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Chapter 371 How About We Bet On Our Lives

The guy who was wearing a mask looked familiar to Rachel.

It felt like she had seen him before somewhere yet she wasn't sure.

"They are here, Boss." The man with a cap said to the man who was wearing a black mask.

Thus, the masked man turned and looked at the people who were standing outside the door. He shot a

short glance at Rachel and then stared at Hiram. His eyes lingered a few more seconds on Hiram

before he waved at his subordinates and said,"Let them come in."

Nervousness was welling out of Rachel's chest when they walked in. She was grasping on Hiram's

hand tightly as she held a crying little boy with her other hand. Her eyes were never leaving the

masked man who was sitting comfortably inside the room.

The air inside the room was both heavy and sinister. The man with a mask was skillfully playing with a

Swiss army knife as he kept his attention to the couple. Then without any further ado, he stabbed his

knife into the table with a loud thud.

"Can you guess who I am, Mr. Rong?"

Hiram gave the man a quick once-over and then laughed. "Mr. Yan! Nice to meet you again after a few

days. What's with all the mystery, huh? You really don't have to do all this if you just want to see me.

You could have just told me and I'll come."

"Oh, yeah? I highly doubt that. Don't you and Marcia want me to die? You two could have been

successful if I weren't this mysterious, right?" said Patrick. He sat on the table and let out a hollow

laugh from his throat.

It was possible that Hiram did nothing. Nonetheless, Marcia wouldn't let him live.

The woman had tried to kill him once but failed. He bet that Marcia was extremely nervous after he

survived the explosion. She might be shaking to death now while thinking of how gruesome his

revenge would be. She would definitely do whatever she could to kill him.

"Cut the crap! What do you want from me?" Hiram hissed dangerously as he protectively stayed

holding Rachel's hand.

Meanwhile, Rachel wasn't even blinking as she kept on staring at the masked man. It was a few

seconds more when realization suddenly hit her and made her mouth ajar. That man! The man who

saved her that day was Patrick! Oh, God! How could she not recognize him? Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

She noticed that Patrick had been evading her stare as if he didn't even want to look at her directly.

Why?

"Well, Mr. Rong, I, Patrick Yan, am a desperado now. I fear nothing. Therefore, you'd better tell your

subordinates to mind their behavior and do not strike back. Otherwise, there will be a loss for both

sides of the situation,"

said Patrick as he took a clean towel that his subordinate handed him. He drew the knife from the table

and used the towel to wipe his knife.

Rachel was stunned at what Patrick said but then looked outside upon hearing loud noises from the

courtyard. Her eyebrows furrowed upon seeing a lot of armed policemen in dark blue uniforms

positioned everywhere. They were all pointing their guns at Patrick's subordinates. Thus, all the

commotions.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Was this the reason why Hiram looked so relaxed? Goodness! He

seemed to have already planned everything!

"Stop crying, my little baby. Go and find the policemen there, okay?" Rachel squatted and said to the

little boy. How on earth did Patrick get this kid in the first place? She could only imagine how worried

the child's parents might be about their son.

The little boy looked at Rachel hesitatingly. He sniffed his nose and seemed to think for a while. A few

seconds after, he finally gathered his courage and walked towards the policemen.

The child was welcomed by one of the policemen who had put his gun down upon seeing him. The

officer then held the child in his arms protectively and moved out.

"I don't know why you are insisting on this, Patrick. You very much know that this will be no good for

you. Listen to me and give up." Hiram said calmly as he looked at the man.

Ironically though, his warning just earned a cold smile from Patrick. "Yeah, I know. I also know that

nothing will be good for me as long as you are around. I know by fact too that you don't have to kill me

by yourself if you want to. You can always just ask someone and they would be more than willing to do

it for you. I'm envious. How is that? How could you possibly take advantage of everything?"

Marcia had almost done everything in her power to the extent of sacrificing her subordinates just to

take his life. How could a single word from Hiram drive someone to do such?

What was with Hiram?

Hiram was safe and sound all the while! He didn't even have to raise a finger just to do things.

"Hiram, how about we make a bet? What do you think?"

Patrick's eyes turned sharp on Hiram as he spoke.

"What are we going to bet on?" said Hiram between his clenched teeth.

"Well, it will be dull if we bet with money. How about we bet on our lives?" said Patrick as he finished

wiping his knife. He put the knife back to the scabbard without even looking away from Hiram.

On the other hand, Hiram just smiled coldly at him and calmly said,"You're a desperado, Patrick. I'm

not. I have a beautiful wife and two cute children. Why would I bet on my life?"

Patrick laughed out loud. He walked towards the table and grabbed a glass of water. He removed his

mask for a while with his back on Hiram and Rachel. He took a drink, wore his mask again, and then

turned to Hiram.

"It's not like you even have an option now.

It's either you make a bet with me or refuse me, making everyone die here. And... yes, that's including

your dear beautiful wife."

He said while glaring at Hiram.

Patrick's words made Hiram furrow his eyebrows and look at Rachel. "Okay, I can make a bet with you

on one condition. Let go of Rachel first. You hate me, not my wife."

The masked man remained staring at Hiram and didn't even look at Rachel. "No, I can't let her go. I

know your skills and talent well. You can get away very easily without her! I can't take that risk."

Rachel who stood next to Hiram stayed silent as she continued to stare at Patrick. Everything was too

confusing to her. Why would Patrick save her that day if he wouldn't mind killing her today?

She thought that Patrick might still have conscience no matter how bad he was.

But then, behold the unbelievable! How could this heartless beast standing before them be the very

same Patrick she thought of?

"Patrick Yan, what the hell do you want to do? This is already what? Your third life? I believe you still

aim to survive. Why can't you just treasure your life? Why did you even come back?" Rachel looked at

Patrick and walked closer to him. "Plus, what's with the mask, huh?"

Patrick looked around and deliberately deadpaned Rachel. His voice was emotionless when he

said,"None of your business." He turned his attention back to Hiram and hissed.

"Hiram, if you are a real man, come with me. Tell your wife to stay here. I demand no subordinates of

yours to follow us."

The masked man walked towards the door and asked one of his subordinates to make Rachel sit down

on a sofa.

Hiram took a quick glance at Rachel, looked outside, and then without any more word, walked next to

Patrick.

They needed to settle things down now that Patrick was back.

The situation was inevitable anyway as they would have to deal with this sooner or later.

Rachel wanted to follow them but was stopped by Patrick's subordinate. The only thing to be heard

next inside the room was the sound of a door closing. She was locked by Patrick's subordinate inside

that house. They shut her out of everything and she couldn't even see what was going on outside. She

was surrounded by Patrick's men who were all keenly keeping their eyes on her.

She kept pacing back and forth. It was only seconds ago when Patrick and Hiram walked out of the

door but Patrick's subordinates made it impossible for her to know anything.

"You two get out! I need to find them." She went hysterical and grabbed the men by their arms. She

wanted to get out! She couldn't just wait here!

What were they going to do?

Bet on their lives? Patrick was insane!

"I tell you what. Mind your manners, little miss. Although our boss told us not to do anything to you, I

personally don't mind disobeying my boss if you keep acting like that." The man with a cap said as he

gave Rachel a malicious once-over.

"Oh! Aren't you worried? You just said that Patrick is your boss. Are you just going to allow your boss to

do things like this? Aren't you afraid that something bad might happen to him?" Rachel shouted at him.

What the man said made her feel even worse. She was both frustrated and anxious now.

Patrick changed a lot when he came back. He was insane. He might hate his own life and wanted to

die but then he couldn't just ask Hiram to join his suicidal act with him!

"Shut up! Boss has his own plan. Stop making nonsense noise! Otherwise, you'll regret it!" sneered the

man with a cap at her.

Rachel could only wish that she could pass through the door to see what was happening behind it. The

time was ticking and only God knew what was going on.

Five minutes more passed by

and Rachel couldn't just sit on the sofa any longer. Waiting was insanely absurd! Thus, when the

gatekeeper changed shift with the other man in the house, she stood quickly and ran with all she got

towards the door!