Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 36

Amid the chaotic pleas of the top executives and directors, Louis gritted his teeth secretly and finally spoke in a softened tone. “Rachel, I never meant to force you out of the company,” he said. “And I certainly didn’t intend to pick on you…”

“Do you think I care about your thoughts at this point?” Rachel interrupted coldly. Her gaze toward Louis was now only filled with cold indifference. “I came here today to resign from my position.”

If it weren’t for her resignation, she would not have even bothered to come to the company that day, let alone waste time talking to the people present.

After speaking, she turned around and made her way out of the conference room.

Sitting on the chair, Louis saw Rachel’s resolute figure. The suppressed anger in his heart was completely ignited.

He stood up abruptly. His face was dark and grim. He shouted in a cold voice, “Rachel, I don’t agree with your resignation! Do you think the Smith Group is a place where you can behave as atrociously as you please? You can’t just come and go as you please!”

Rachel looked at the infuriated Louis expressionlessly. A sarcastic smile then curled up at the corner of her mouth. “Do you think the Smith Group alone can trap me?” she asked. “You want to claim the moral high ground and dictate what I should do, huh? Don’t forget how the Smith Group got to where it is today.”

“I…” Louis was momentarily speechless, especially when he met Rachel’s icy gaze. His heart felt like it was being squeezed by something, and at strong sense of suffocation made him forget to breathe momentarily.

always had a look of

she really doesn’t care anymore?”

many years.

withdrawal of capital may be a big or small matter,

it against you over such a trivial

is all thanks to your hard work. If you just leave like this, wouldn’t all

said. She pushed open the door of the conference room and left without

the determined figure of the woman walking away, Louis clenched

heart could not help but sink. It was as if he had

ensued outside. Some people gloated, while others started to worry about the future development

as the person involved, did

Louis, the fate of the

office, neatly tidying up the things in

the office door was pushed open. Louis walked in and asked, “Rachel, can

tone. She continued coldly, “Take a good look. I don’t want any of these