Chapter 371 How About We Bet On Our Lives (1/2)

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?

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.