Chapter 331 Rachel As A Bait (1/2)

Rachel glanced at Marcia who was sitting next to her. Marcia was puffing a smoke from her cigarette. Her eyes were twinkling, excited. She was petting the black cat on her lap.

As the clock ticked, the smell of the blood just grew more pungent. Rachel didn't bother to look at it - she hid behind Hiram the whole time, burying her head in Hiram's arms.

Hiram patted her shoulder, whispering,” You're not as brave as you think you are.”

Rachel was unable to hold herself back and sneaked a glance at the stage. She saw the underdog beaten to the ground and spitting blood - she went back to hiding behind Hiram again.

Hiram held on to her,” You have nothing to be afraid of. I'm here.”

”... But they're so cruel, so violent. What if they hurt us?” Rachel looked around, uncertain. Everyone here looked like you couldn't trust them, not one of them. They all looked like the bad guys from the movies.

They stood out from the crowd because she, Hiram, and Ben didn't look like they came from the wrong side of the tracks.

”Honey, don't worry about it. I brought you here because I know you'll be safe, okay?” Hiram assured her.

Rachel sat through the show, still nervous. She let out a sigh of relief when it was finally over.

Although, immediately after, Marcia lead them backstage into a room.

The air smelled of rust, old leather, and aged wood.

When they went inside, Hiram lead Rachel to the leather sofa at the far end of the room.

”Mr. Rong? Mr. Rong! It's such an honor to have you here. I have some home-made wine, would you like to try it? It's a bit strong though and it kind of leaves an aftertaste.” Marcia gestured to the attendant to fill both their glasses with wine.

”Marcia, just go straight to the point. What do you need? I don't have time for this. I'm not staying that long.” Hiram said rather coldly. He was sitting with his left leg over his right leg, pompous in nature.

Marcia sat across them, the black cat still in her arms. ”Hiram, you and I want the same thing - Patrick's head on a stick but I'm can't do anything, he's in business with my father. Believe it or not, my father actually likes Patrick - thinks he's a pretty talented. But we both know that Patrick killed his brother.”

In order to survive in their little circle, they had to be callous and

”You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours.”