Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Jane watched on with excitement beside them, cheering in her mind. Her eyes widened in amazement.

After all, with that slap, Rachel’s face would definitely swell up like a balloon.

Mrs. Smith’s hand sliced through the air, creating a sharp wind around it. However, just when it was about to strike Rachel’s cheek, it was stopped.

It was because Rachel had taken hold of the attacking hand. Seeing this, Mrs. Smith could not help but stare at her in disbelief.

Mrs. Smith struggled instinctively but found that she could not break free from Rachel’s tight grasp. A hint of panic flashed across her eyes as she exclaimed, “Rachel, what are you trying to do?!”

Rachel gripped Mrs. Smith’s wrist more tightly, and a mocking smile broke across her face. She leaned toward Mrs. Smith and whispered in the latter’s ear, sarcasm and mockery lingering in her voice, “Since childhood, I have been taught to respect the elderly and love the young. But if Mrs. Smith insists on being stubborn, I don’t mind showing you the view from the 15th floor.”

“You!” Mrs. Smith glared at her with fury. Her face had turned red. With gritted teeth, she exclaimed, “Rachel, you will pay for your disrespect toward me! Louis will never forgive you!”

Hearing that, Rachel chuckled and shoved the woman’s hand away. “What does it matter to me if he forgives me or not?”

nearly fell to the

her teeth. She then snorted coldly and left

is getting more and more out of control.

daughter, her wrist throbbing slightly from pain as she

grumbled unwillingly, “All

gaze, hiding the malicious intent in

and someday, she would make Rachel kneel and beg for

daughter left, Rachel finally got a moment of

immediately after that, the door was

with annoyance and lifted her gaze toward the door, saying,

that the person who had pushed open the door was not Mrs. Smith but

out the annoyance on her eyebrows and politely asked but with a hint of coldness, “Who are you?”

Grey. I am Mr. Jones’s special assistant, Eddie Brook.” Eddie politely nodded at her and added, “My boss has prepared a gift basket for

understood that

for him. You should take these back with you.” After all, Rachel did not like to accept something from a stranger for no reason, especially when