My Darling, My Dearest

Chapter 25

Rachel tightened her fist inside her pocket. After a moment, she nodded and replied, "Yes."

Suddenly, Hiram turned a cold glare at the two people who pressed her from behind and ordered, "Take your knives away from her! Don't you know how to treat a woman gently? See how you're scaring Miss Shen!"

Rachel frowned, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Yes, Mr. Yi."

His two subordinates obeyed him. They immediately withdrew their sharp knives away from Rachel's waist.

Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. Hiram clapped his hands, and the two men behind Rachel left the room quietly.

"I'm so terribly sorry if they scared you. Please have a seat."

Rachel was disgusted by his courtesy, but she was still quite worried. She wondered whether the man in front of her was up to something fishy, or just "wanted to talk."

Still unsure of her safety, but unable to ask for help, Rachel wisely and quickly decided to obey him. She said "Thanks" to him calmly, without allowing her face to reveal her feelings.

The other people on the sofa were all staring at her. Rachel's face still looked calm, but her heart ■3

was full of anxiety. She chose a seat at the side and sat down.

At that moment, those people suddenly exchanged mysterious glances and smiles with each other.

Although Hiram seemed to be intrigued by something about her, Rachel turned a blind eye to him.

Her hands, still in the pockets, were sweating.

The man sank down into a seat next to her. Rachel gave him a slight frown.

He crossed his legs casually and snapped his fingers to the quiet crowd, saying, "What are you doing? Come on! Continue with your own business!"

With that order, the almost motionless crowd stirred. When the light in the room went down, the colored lamps hanging from the ceiling began to revolve again.

Someone picked up the microphone, clicked the music on the screen and continued singing. The wave of heart- rending music that filled the room almost made Rachel's ears burst.

Some of them began drinking, laughing and clanking their bottles together; smoke soon reached the tip of her nose.

No one paid any attention to her, even Hiram. A sexy woman soon came over, and he joined her.

Rachel was like an invisible ghost in the room. She didn't dare to make a move. After all, that two men wouldn't have forced her to come with knives just to keep her sitting here. ■3

And so, Rachel kept still and did nothing, waiting for a chance to call for help when Hiram wasn't paying attention.

However, the man didn't give Rachel the option of waiting patiently. In his eyes, she seemed to be too cool and calm for such a long time, with no outward sign of fear or anxiety.

Rachel didn't even intend to ask Hiram why he asked his people to take her here. Leaning against the large sofa, Hiram looked at her with his long and narrow eyes, with a cigarette dangling between his lips.

The sexy woman was lying on Hiram's chest. She called his name three times, but he made no response. Following his eyes, she saw the woman who had been sitting there since she came in.

She pouted and said in a spoiled voice, "Hiram! You're making me jealous! Who are you looking at? I am talking to you. Don't you hear me?"

With a wicked smile at the corners of his mouth, Hiram took the cigarette out of his mouth with his long fingers. Then he lowered his head and puffed smoke in the woman's face, which made her writhe in his arms. As she coughed softly, she pushed his chest reproachfully. "Hiram! What are you doing?"

Hiram patted her on the face and said impatiently, "Go away and play with other people."

The woman refuse to obey and twisted against him like a snake. "No..."

"Be good..." He prolonged his tone and slightly narrowed his eyes with a cold glint. The woman ■3

perceived that he was in a bad mood that day, and that he had no interest in flirting with her. So she stood up and left with a gloomy expression.

This scene was observed by all the people present, but they just pretended not to see while they kept drinking and singing.

Rachel closed her eyes. She felt as if the thick and stuffy air in the room would make her explode. She was afraid that if the situation became desperate, she would have to fight this man fiercely.

She thought to herself repeatedly, 'Life is precious. Life is precious. Life is precious.1

Suddenly, someone put a strange hand on her shoulder. Rachel turned her head suspiciously. She saw that it was Hiram. He laughed and said, "Miss Shen, aren't you bored of sitting here?"

Rachel's mouth was twitching with strain and anxiety. All of a sudden, she heard a very disdainful, sneering voice from a corner of the private room. "Hiram, she is putting on an act! But the truth is that she will be hornier than anyone if you can subdue her!"

Hearing the voice, Rachel felt that the hairs on her back were literally standing on end. She turned her eyes in the direction of the voice, and saw a man sitting on the sofa opposite her. She had seen him before.

It was the man who had tried to hit on her downstairs just a moment ago. Rachel's mouth twitched under this provocation. She thought, 'Did Hiram come to me because of my relationship with Jack, or is it because that man wanted some ■3

revenge against me?1

When the man saw Rachel looking at him, he returned her glance with an arrogant grin. He looked as vicious as a snake with his wicked eyes.

"Harry, it's none of your business," said Hiram suddenly.

There were whispers of laughter from the crowd. Apparently Harry Lin, being scolded by Hiram, felt embarrassed. But he didn't dare to look back at Hiram, so he just sat there with a long face.

After that, Hiram turned his attention back to Rachel and said suddenly, "Miss Shen, please have a drink with me."

Rachel smiled and refused frankly, "Thank you for your kind offer, but I'm allergic to alcohol."

"You have an allergy to alcohol, but you came to the bar?" said Hiram, rolling his eyes and laughing. He rubbed Rachel's shoulder with his hand, whether deliberately or unintentionally.

Blue veins stood out on Rachel's forehead. She endured the discomfort and pulled his hand off her shoulder. Then she said to him coldly, "I came here with my friends."

"Really?" Hiram was not annoyed by what she did. He simply leaned over and poured wine into the glass. "Miss Shen, you have friends here? How about inviting them to have a talk?" he said as if they were old friends, This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Rachel suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Sure, why don't we go downstairs to meet my friends?" ■3

Hiram picked up several blocks of ice on the crystal plate and dropped them into his glass, while a beautiful bar-girl promptly picked up a bottle of wine to serve him.

Hearing Rachel's suggestion, he seemed to be surprised. He turned around and looked at her. Then, suddenly, he laughed and said, "That's a great idea."

The bar-girl on the side poured the wine until his glass was four-fifths full, and Hiram waved his hand for her to stop.

With his glass in his hand, Hiram approached Rachel with a frightening smile on his face. He said, "Excellent idea. But at the moment, I have to wait for someone. We can go downstairs later."

Rachel took a deep breath and turned her head away from him. She could no longer keep her poker face as before. "Please just leave me alone."

"Hey, are you angry?"

Hiram appeared to be fascinated by her, as if he had discovered a new world. Then he came over again. Rachel felt so provoked that she almost couldn't resist smashing his head with the bottle on the table.

Fortunately for him, the door was suddenly opened.

The person who walked in had a straight and elegant figure. The people who were dancing suddenly stood still and kept quiet.

The man's sharp black eyes flashed through the gloom. Suddenly, he fixed his eyes on a man and a woman sitting on a sofa at the outer side of ■3

the room.

It was Jack!

Rachel had never been more relieved to see Jack than she felt at that moment. Compared to how she felt, Hiram, who was as dangerous and nasty as a cheetah, felt terrible and sprang to his feet.

His smile faded away, and his eyes lost their boldness, as if his face was covered by a thin layer of frost. In a casual voice, he said, "Well, well. Mr. Fu, you're finally here."

Finally, Rachel wouldn't need to suffer through this torture anymore. She stood up and Jack came over to her at the same time.

Hiram was unhappy to see this, but Rachel didn't look at him at all. She just went straight to Jack. After they looked at each other, he put his arm around her shoulder, and she leaned against his body. Then Jack whispered in her ear, "Michael is outside. Go out and look for him first."

Rachel nodded without saying a word. Jack released her, and she walked out of the room without looking back.

Only when she stepped out of the door did the gnawing fear in her heart finally disperse.

Michael was indeed waiting outside. When he saw Rachel coming out, he strode forward and cursed, "Fuck! That shameless son of a bitch. How dare he trap you like that?"

As there was no light on, Michael couldn't see Rachel's pale face clearly. She just shook her head and replied, "It was nothing." ■3

Michael wanted to ask her why she was here, but he thought it was unnecessary now. He said, "Don't worry. Jack will definitely make them pay for this. He won't let you suffer that humiliation without revenge."

Rachel suddenly sneered. Her beautiful glazed eyes were full of sarcasm. "If I didn't know that Jack is the president of MK Group, I might think of him as a gangster boss. Is Jack accustomed to taking violent action when women are concerned?"

After saying that, she walked away without waiting for Michael to respond. He was stunned by her unexpected scorn.

He couldn't understand what Rachel meant by those words. Her unaccountable anger made him dumbfounded.

'What did she mean by that?'

Michael strode forward to catch up to her, and grabbed her by the arm. "Hey! Rachel, explain yourself! You were not bullied by us. Why should you be angry at us after we saved you from them?"

Michael had a quick temper. He couldn't tolerate being treated unjustly, or being misunderstood by others!

Rachel pulled her arm out from his hand and said coldly, "I don't know what I should thank you for. It was because of Jack that these people took me here. Don't you realize that? What would have

happened to me if he hadn't come? I just don't understand why I should be involved in Jack's business."