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No longer a pushover

Chapter 336
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Chapter 336 Mark muttered under his breath, "Back in the day, I couldn't afford to go to school because my family was poor. Later, I got lucky in business, and after my company went public, I achieved financial freedom." He continued, "Still, my biggest regret is not getting a proper education. That's why I find well-educated women so appealing." Feeling annoyed, Noelle moved to a different piece of equipment, but Mark followed her.

"Hey, I think you're my type. Why don't we exchange contacts? I'm single, financially stable, and I'm looking to marry an educated woman," he said with a smile.

Noelle, now visibly irritated, replied, "No thanks. Please stop harassing me." "How is this harassment?" Mark insisted. "Look at you-you can't even afford a personal trainer, so I'm guessing your family isn't well off. Think about it: if you marryand givea son, he'll inherit my millions." He then stepped behind Noelle and reached out, saying, "Letshow you how to use this." Without hesitation, Noelle grabbed his hand and twisted it back forcefully. Mark let out a scream, "Let go!" Glaring at him coldly, Noelle said, "Did you look in the mirror this morning? If you did, you must have seen the delusional nut staring back at you. Average guy!" With that, she released his hand, her face full of disdain as she wiped her hands on her pants.

Mark, clutching his hand, shouted angrily, "Stop pretending to be so innocent! I know your type-university students who act pure but are really just gold diggers." "I've been with plenty like you recently," he sneered. "All I had to do was throw a little money their way, and they stripped down without a second thought." Without a word, Noelle grabbed a water bottle, uncapped it, and splashed it onto him. "Wash your mouth out-it stinks," she said coldly.

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Mark, now drenched, smirked. "I like women with spirit. Nyour price. How about 50 grand a month?" Noelle's patience was wearing thin. She glanced toward the gym's surveillance cameras, scanning for a blind spot.

Zachary echoed in her mind: "If you have to fight, make sure there's no evidence left behind." She moved toward the emergency exit, ensuring that they were out of the camera's view. Mark followed, smirking.

"If you're a virgin, I can bump it up to 100 grand a month," he said smugly.

Noelle hooked her finger, gesturing for him to ccloser. Mark, realizing they were out of plain view, grew excited.

"So, you like to play in private, huh? You should've said so!" Before Mark could process what was happening, a punch landed squarely on his face. Noelle delivered the blow with force. She had never encountered someone as revolting as Mark before.

Spotting a cleaning bucket nearby, she grabbed it and poured its contents over Mark's head.

"You need a good wash for that filthy mouth of yours," Noelle said, towering over him.

Drenched and disoriented, Mark yelled, "I-I'm calling the cops! I'll sue you! My teeth-you broke my teeth!" He touched his mouth, and his teeth fell out.

Unfazed, Noelle dusted off her hands. "Go ahead, call them. I'll tell them you harassed me, and I acted in self- defense. The security cameras caught everything you did. Let's see who they believe." Judging by Mark's sleazy behavior, this clearly wasn't the first the'd tried something like this.

Mark lay on the ground, groaning. "You won't get away with this! My lawyers will put you behind bars! I'll show you just how terrifying the world of the rich can be!" Hearing this, Noelle burst out laughing. She had never seen someone try so hard to act superior-it was like he'd walked off the set of a bad .

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Soon, a male trainer rushed over to check on the situation. "Mr. Baker, what happened to you?" "Norman, this little bitch hit me! Is this how your gym treats wealthy customers like me?" Mark complained loudly.

Norman Gray turned to Noelle. "What's going on? Why did you hit him?" "He harassed me," Noelle replied calmly.

"Ha! I've seen many of your type, young lady." Norman sneered. "You're from the university across the street, aren't you? Those who claim to be from prestigious universities are all the same-gold diggers who chased after rich men."

"Exactly!" Mark chimed in. "She agreed to lettake care of her, but then she got greedy and demanded 100 grand a month!" Other gym-goers were drawn to the scene, whispering among themselves.

In situations like this, women often faced greater scrutiny.

"What do you mean by 'taking care of her"?" a cold, commanding voice cut through the chatter. "Who do you think you are?" Cedric strode over, his expression darkened with anger. Standing beside Noelle, his tone softened. "Are you alright?" Noelle nodded.

Mark yelled, "She agreed to be my mistress, but she's not even a virgin! Why should I pay her 100 grand?" Cedric's expression turned icy. Without a word, he threw a swift, heavy punch at Mark's face.