Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

The belongings and such weren’t the most crucial, but rather the personal items in the bag, such as the driver’s license and bank cards.

After pondering for a moment, Mary thought it would be safest to call the police.

When the police arrived, they conducted a brief recording of the statements from Mary and Rachel. Another team was dispatched to search the surrounding area. Eventually, Rachel’s bag was discovered near a trash bin.

Don handed the items to Rachel, speaking with a hint of deference. “Miss Grey, please check and see what valuable items were missing from inside.”

Normally, such a minor incident wouldn’t require the captain himself to personally intervene. However, there was no room for carelessness when it involved Rachel.

Ever since learning about Rachel’s identity, not only Don but everyone at the police station would unintentionally display a certain level of deference when they saw her.

After all, she was someone whom even Warren would show respect to.

Rachel checked her bag thoroughly. Aside from the missing cash from her wallet, everything else was intact. “I only lost some cash. Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Cole.”

Upon receiving gratitude from Rachel, Don appeared pleasantly surprised, displaying a demeanor of being honored. “It’s my duty, Miss Grey. You’re too kind.”

Next to them, Mary looked at the phone in Rachel’s bag with curiosity. “Strange. The motorcycle gangs only steal cash and not phones?”

According to their usual practice, they would take away anything valuable that could be sold. So why did they leave the phone behind?

It couldn’t be that they left it for Rachel and Mary to call the police, right?

Rachel lightly tapped her fingers on the phone lost in thought.

At that moment, Don spoke up, saying, “Nowadays, everyone’s phones have a tracking system. Perhaps they were concerned that taking the phones would lead us to track them.”

Upon hearing this, a knowing look flashed in Mary’s eyes.

“Mr. Cole, we have a lead!” one of the accompanying personnel hurriedly approached and whispered a few words to Don.

Subsequently, Don walked up to Rachel and said, “Miss Grey, if there are any updates, we will inform you as soon as possible.”

“Alright.” Rachel nodded.

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a two-story balcony as a child? I had a gash on my chin, and it was bleeding a lot. The adults weren’t home, so I

Mary mentioned this, a hint of melancholy

All she knew was Mary and her belonged to the same

and grandmother in the countryside because her grandmother had a strong preference for boys over girls in the Green family. It was only during her high school years that she was finally brought

attended to Mary’s

turned slightly red. “It might hurt a little. Please

not afraid of pain,” said

by quietly and waited. Then, her

It was David.

you?” His voice was cold and

news of the street robbery must

said gently, “I’m

the dressing room. She sat on a bench in the corridor and briefly recounted the Incident, ending with a casual question, “Any

aware of the incident, he would

something suspicious about

constant flow of people, yet they singled her out directly as if she had been

of the individuals was indeed

and their choice of target was also

calmly responded, “I’ve already

“Okay.”

Rachel got up and returned to the dressing

was taken care of, the two went their

Rachel drove to the company, while

“Miss Green, should we

Mary, every year on this particular day, Mary would clear her schedule and not allow anyone to disturb her. It was a day when

one knew what she had

feplied indifferently and hung

car, opened the door, and walked into a

the blink of an