No longer a pushover (Noelle and Cedric) novel 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 marry me and give me a son, he'll inherit my millions."

He then stepped behind Noelle and reached out, saying, "Let me show 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.

Mark, now drenched, smirked. "I like women with spirit. Name your 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 come closer. Mark, realizing they were out of plain view, grew excited.

"So, you like to play in private, huh? You should've said so!"

"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 let me take 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.