Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Chapter 370 Lure Them Out

"Hiram, what's happening?" Rachel opened her eyes. She saw a group of people in front of her. They

were walking towards the car. Her heart raced in fear.

Hiram remained silent and narrowed his dark eyes. He pulled the gear into reverse. In the rearview

mirror, he saw another group of people walking towards the car from back.

They were being surrounded. "Mr. Rong." A man wearing a cap knocked on the window. He bent down

and leveled his head with Hiram.

"Get off the car, so we can have a chat." There was a sinister glint in his eyes as he spoke.

Hiram knew he had to act fast. "Honey, hold on tight," he said and drove the car backwards. There was

a narrow alley to the right. It would fit only one car at best. He steered the car towards the direction of

the alley, the engine giving out loud sounds from the speed at which he drove.

"Ah!" Rachel shouted, taken by surprise. Her shoulder slammed against the car door from the car's

fierce movements.

When she realized what Hiram was about to do, her eyes widened in alarm. The street was too narrow.

Feeling as if her pulse went with the car's speed, she closed her eyes. She heard the screech of metal

as the car scraped against the walls on either side of the narrow alley, the friction spewing sparks.

She screamed loudly. Not once had she ever thought that she would find herself in a scene she only

saw in movies.

Despite the speed at which Hiram was driving, Rachel felt as if the seconds held still.

The narrow alley seemed endless. Her ears were ringing with the loud screeches.

How far were they from the end?

She looked back. The people from earlier were chasing them. How did they find Hiram? Who were they

and what did they want?

While she was immersed in her questions, a resident living in the alley poured water from above. Water

rained on their car with a big splash, covering their windows in a translucent haze.

Rachel's panic rose. "Hiram, what do we do now? We can't see the road clearly." Everything in front of

them was blurry. The water was full of foam and even the wipers were unable to make much of a

difference. There they were, forcing their way in a narrow alley, windows half-covered in foam, and

chased by people for god knew what.

Hiram gritted his teeth. "It doesn't matter, hold on tight," he said, looking into the rear-view mirrors on

both sides of the car and continued to propel the car forward.

Rachel reached for Hiram's arm, her eyes widening in worry. "Hiram, maybe you should stop the car.

What do they want? Shouldn't we talk to them first? It's so dangerous to drive this way!" Rachel

reasoned nervously, glancing back tentatively at the people behind them. Their pursuers kept on

following their car with no signs of stopping.

"We don't know what they want. That's exactly why we can't stop the car. It's too dangerous." Hiram

disagreed, his voice low and hard. Rachel could feel his agitation as he furrowed his brows and kept

his eyes ahead. Suddenly, they saw a light in front of them, getting brighter as they neared it. Hiram

stepped on the gas hard. The car broke out of the alley in a second.

Once they came out of the alley, Rachel heaved a sigh of relief. The foam had disappeared by this time NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

as well, and they could see the road clearly.

Out of nowhere, a figure stood in the middle of the road. Hiram immediately stepped on the brake.

Rachel's voice caught in her throat. She was not even able to scream because of the shock. A child

wearing a black jacket slumped in front of the car. The kid got to his feet from the ground, crying and

looking around helplessly.

"Mommy. Mommy. Where are you?" he called out

Rachel felt her chest squeeze at the sight. She jumped out of the car and ran to the crying child.

Scooping him up in her arms, she tried to soothe him. The kid was about four or five years old. "It's

okay, don't cry, don't cry. Does it hurt anywhere?" she asked gently, rocking him in her arms.

Fortunately, there were no serious injuries. The child just had a small bruise from falling down. It was at

this moment that their pursuers came over and surrounded her.

"Mr. Rong, just like I said, we just want to have a chat. It's no use trying to escape." It was the same

man who spoke earlier. He peered at Hiram from outside his window.

Hiram looked at Rachel. She was alone, surrounded. His eyes darkened and he pulled the car over on

the side of the road.

It was completely dark at this hour. There were not much people in the area, and cars rarely passed by.

These people must have known this location well. With only a few residents, the place worked to their

advantage.

Rachel held the kid in her arms and looked around nervously. Then, her eyes were caught by the

movement of Hiram getting out of the car. The man wearing a cap reached out his hand to him.

"Phone," the man said simply.

Hiram took his mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to him, saying,"I'll go with you on one

condition. Release them first." He glanced at Rachel and the child in her arms.

The man took his phone. "I'm afraid I can't promise you that, Mr. Rong. My boss has specifically told

me that I have to escort both you and your wife to him. He has plenty of things to discuss with both of

you. My boss would scold me if your wife isn't with us. After all, you are both important guests." He

smiled, the corner of his lips lifting up with malice. He looked at Rachel and saw the child in her arms.

"How about this? I'll release that kid and let him go home." He gestured at one of the other men.

When one of the men approached Rachel, his arms stretched out, Rachel instinctively hugged the kid

closer to her and said,"No, I'm not giving him to you. How can I be sure that you'll send him back

safely?" she questioned.

She looked down at the child in her arms. He was clutching the sleeve of her shirt. Then, she looked

sharply at the men surrounding her. These people were ruthless. They went so far as to risk the life of

an innocent child to force them to stop the car. If Hiram hadn't stopped the car in time, the child would

have been dead by now.

"Fine, then keep the child with you. We'll take the three of you with us," the man said. He didn't speak

further and gestured to another man to get in the car and drive.

Rachel was about to go to Hiram, but one of the men dragged her into another car.

Hiram remained silent throughout the exchange. Before getting in the car, he made a small gesture,

making sure none of the men noticed him. Then, he went inside and the car drove off.

After a while, Kun and Chad appeared.

"Kun, this is dangerous. Hiram shouldn't have risked his life like that," Chad said, knitting his brows in

the direction the car went.

Kun motioned for his men to follow them. "If Hiram had gone with them willingly at the beginning, they

would have seen through the plan.

It was a wise decision to put up a little resistance. By luring them out, we have the advantage," he said,

remembering Hiram's earlier gesture to not make any rash movements. "Besides, I want to find out

who the hell those bastards are."

Those people were cunning. Hiram had tried to lure them out alone, but he had failed.

It seemed that Rachel was their target.

"Hiram has instructed us to do everything it takes to ensure Rachel's safety. Now get moving. Tell

everyone to get in place," he finished. Kun got inside a black private car

and drove in the direction of Hiram and Rachel.

Inside the car, Rachel fixed her gaze outside and watched as the car passed many streets. It was

useless. She didn't recognize any of the roads. The car continued to pass several turns before it

stopped.

Once she got out, she saw that the car Hiram was in already parked in front of them. He got out of the

car after some moments.

When Hiram saw Rachel, relief flooded him. She was alright. He walked over to her but was blocked by

two men. "Move," he growled, his jaws clenching. The men was surprised and didn't do anything more.

Hiram came over to Rachel. He looked into her eyes and his expression visibly softened. "Are you all

right?" he asked gently, taking her into his arms. He whispered into her ear,"Honey, trust me, everything

will be fine. I won't let you get hurt."

Rachel nodded her head feeling the familiar warmth of her husband's arms. The men motioned for

them to go into a dilapidated house made of red bricks. Around it, there was an overgrowth of weeds

and grass, and its windows were closed. They were approaching the front door. Rachel walked with

one hand holding the kids', the other taking Hiram's.

In truth, she was still wondering about who was behind these things.

What did that person want? Why go to such lengths to bring them there?

When she stepped into the house, a light was switched on. It revealed the figure of a man.

Rachel stood rooted to the spot, her heart taken by shock.