Such a Rude and Noisy Woman novel Chapter 101

"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."