Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Chapter 84 Hiram's Popularity With Women

"Mr. Rong, you are an extraordinary man. Wherever you go, you get all the attention. So many women

run after you. How can you bear with that?" Rachel sat at the bar, looking at the man sitting beside her

and said enviously.

Rachel was invisible to the women lusting after Hiram. They brazenly winked at Hiram as if she was not

there.

With a glass of wine in his hand, Hiram called Carl to come and pick them up later. After that, he looked

at her, and spoke with his thin lips lifted and smiled bitterly, "Being with me, you will get used to it very

soon."

Hiram had become accustomed to the attention and coquetry. No matter how hard those women tried

to seduce him, it never worked.

Rachel drank another glass of wine and then went to the washroom. When she came back, she was so

shocked to see the scene in front of her.

She saw Hiram surrounded by a bunch of women. They were different types, fighting to have a drink

with him. What's more, when he wasn't noticing some of them placed something in his pocket.

His eyes revealed that he was running out of patience. He rarely came to such public places, instead,

he preferred to go directly into the box.

"Honey! Can you please come here. I have lost something. Please come here and help me in finding it.

Hurry..." Rachel tried to recuse him out of those women. She shouted at him loudly. Then she bent

down and turned on her cell phone's torchlight. She was pretending to be looking for something.

As soon as Hiram saw her, he pushed aside the women surrounding him and strode straight to her.

"Honey, I have lost my earrings. Please help me to find them my dear." Rachel looked at him and

spoke anxiously as if she had, in fact, lost her earrings.

"Were you wearing your earrings today? I don't remember seeing them." Hiram asked her while he held

her shoulders and started moving toward the stairs. He knew she was pretending. As he took her

upstairs, he said, "We can't enjoy here. Let's go up and drink!"

As they walked up, Rachel placed her hand in his pocket. She had noticed those women when they put

something in his pocket. She was curious to know what they had passed on to Hiram.

Rachel felt something in his pocket. She took it out and was shocked to see what those women had left

for Hiram.

Inside there were dozens of visiting cards. Besides the printed ones, there were also some hand

written cards with their contact information on them. They had shared all their names, addresses and

phone numbers.

As soon as Hiram saw the visiting cards, he snatched them from her hands and threw them into the Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

nearby garbage can. Then he showed his VIP card to the server who came by and said, "Prepare a

VIP room for us and make sure it is peaceful and quiet."

Rachel took a glance at the garbage can while stroking Hiram's arm. She asked, "Did you throw all of

those cards? I hope you won't regret that later? I saw some of those women. They were drop dead

gorgeous. Why didn't you..."

Before she finished her sentence, Hiram replied as usual, "I am not interested in those women."

"But isn't it true that all men are lustful towards such beautiful women. I do not believe that you are the

exception." Rachel taunted Hiram, as she followed the waiter to the VIP room.

Of course, she didn't believe that he was the exception. His actions in the past two days were the best

proof of this fact.

"I am only interested in you. I have no concern for any other women. They don't matter to me." Hiram

answered and slowed down their speed as the VIP room was just in front of them.

Over the past 30 years, he had made himself open and comfortable to handle such situations. But

there was no woman being able to become his woman.

Hiram pulled Rachel's hand and was about to walk into the VIP room of the bar. At that moment, right

before they went inside, someone greeted them loudly from behind.

"What am I seeing? It it really Mr. Rong? I thought I might not be lucky enough to meet you this time

during my visit to H city. What a coincidence to find you here."

Rachel was walking behind Hiram. She was the first one to see the man who called them from behind.

At first sight, he seemed like a bad man. He held two women, one on his left, the other on his right. His

black shirt had five buttons in all, and four of them were left undone to show off his honey bronze chest

and abdomen muscles. One of the women's tender hands rested on his bare body.

On second look, He didn't seem like such a bad guy. Although he looked like a bad-boy, he still

managed to do it in a good way of bad. His deliberately short beard made him look mature and bold, a

pair of cheetah-like sharp black eyes seemed to be ready to hunt for their prey all the time.

Hiram took a step back and looked at the man calling him from behind. His deep eyes were slightly

narrowed. He hid Rachel behind him. Then he spoke with a smile on his face, but the truth was that he

was not at all pleased to see him.

"Patrick? We haven't seen each other for almost a year. You look as awesome as ever, " said Hiram.

"Ha Ha, you're right. We haven't seen each other for a year. For the longest time, I have not heard

anyone calling me by my first name. Only you can do it, Mr. Rong. Only you dare to call me directly by

my first name. And you deserve it, don't you think so?" Patrick Yan looked at Hiram, inside his eyes

there was a dash of fear and defiance. In the business world, Hiram was the only competitor worthy of

his respect.

Rachel was a little curious. Looking at the mysterious aura of that man she figured that he must be

equal to Hiram.

However, speaking of grace, Patrick might be slightly inferior as compared to Hiram.

It was quite reasonable to have a competitor since the Rong family had been in business for many

years.

"Since we have met coincidentally, we might as well have a drink together. Is this your VIP room? I will

help myself to meet you there."

As Patrick spoke he kicked open the door of the box with one of his feet and went in with the two

women in his arms. He proceeded without asking for Hiram's permission.

As he passed Rachel, his sight deliberately stayed on her for a second. It seemed like her face was

stripped by his cheetah-like eyes which caused a chill to run down her spine.

"Hiram, how about, we...?" Rachel pointed at the exit door and was just about to ask whether they

should leave first.

In her mind, there were some people who she could not afford to offend. Patrick seemed exactly like

that type of man.

She wanted to drink with Hiram but not with that man. If he were there, how would she enjoy having

drinks with her husband?

Hiram did not say anything he just clutched her hand more tightly which imperceptibly dispelled her

fear, and then he pulled her into the VIP room.

Patrick and his two lady friends sat on the inner seats, leaving the outside sofas to Hiram and her.

"Waiter, bring us a carton of Chateau Latour 1982." Patrick snapped his fingers and said to the waiter

who came to take their order.

A carton?

Rachel thought that Patrick was kind of a show off.

To her surprise, Hiram announced in the very next moment, "How would a carton be sufficient for us?

Bring us two cartons instead. I know you have always been very good at drinking. Since you have

come to my neighborhood, let this be my treat."

Patrick patted the thighs of the women sitting with him and smiled brightly. He said, "Mr. Rong is always

generous. Waiter, haven't you heard the order? Hurry up and bring us our wine."

Rachel trembled her eyelashes slightly. These two cartons cost almost 60, 000 dollars. However, she

was not a woman who had never been in such circumstances before. She could perceive the tit for tat

tactic behind their words.

"You are too virile to be accompanied by just one girl, aren't you? Why don't you ask for two more?" As

he said, Patrick snapped his fingers again. But he suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh I am

sorry, I almost forget that you are not lascivious towards women. Who is this woman? I'm curious to

know more about her. I'm worried that you might be having a special relationship with her. Is it true?"

Hiram was in no hurry to reply, but his eyes flicked gently towards Rachel who sat beside him. Although

the words were not clearly stated, she understood his meaning.

"Nice to meet you, Mister. I'm Rachel. I'm Hiram's... fiancee." Rachel stood up as she spoke and went

over to take a bottle of red wine which was in the waiter's hand. The corks was already opened, so the

wine poured out as soon as the cork was pulled.

She poured two glasses and took one of them to Patrick by herself. "Mister, for our first meeting, let me

welcome you and let's raise a toast, " Rachel said.

Patrick took the wine which she had poured for him with a surprised expression on his face. A moment

ago, when he had looked at her, he had noticed that she was a little afraid of him. But now, the fear

seemed to have disappeared. The woman recovered very quickly.

Almost every woman he met was afraid to see him, and some even said that he seemed to devour

people.

"Oh? That is really a big surprise for me. Mr. Rong, when are you planning to hold the wedding? Don't

forget to invite me." Patrick said to Hiram, but he kept his eyes fixed on Rachel and drank the wine in

one fell swoop.

Rachel was planning to ask him to take a sip first, but now, it seemed she had to bottom it up as well.

'To that man, the wine is just as same as water, ' Rachel thought.

After drinking, she turned back towards Hiram, feeling a little relieved. She knew what Hiram meant.

Sometimes, she could not act frightened. Otherwise, she might have ended up humiliating Hiram in

front of others.

Especially, in front of his opponent. Hiram hoped that his woman would be able to undertake any

challenge by herself. He didn't want his partner to be some one that could only hide behind him.

A woman like that would only become his weakness.