Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 98

Rachel was wearing a burgundy velvet suit with a black lace sling inside. The female sexiness in her capable and decisive

temperament was evident. Her long hair was casually tied into a simple bun, and a few strands of hair hung down from her temples, exuding a casual charm.

She exuded an innate pride and confidence as she walked over step by step without looking sideways.

She carried herself with an aura that was difficult for one to ignore.

This kind of aura was innate, deeply engraved in her bones day after day. It was as if everything in the world was under her control. Olivia couldn’t stand Rachel’s pride the most. It was as if nothing in this world could hit her fancy.

In Olivia’s eyes, Rachel was just a person born in the countryside who had no power or influence and Rachel had nothing to show off in front of her.

The disgust and hatred in Olivia’s eyes flashed across, replaced by a gentle smile on her face. “Rachel, long time no see.”

Rachel glanced at her expressionlessly. Her cold and steady voice sounded. “You really don’t take your lesson!”

her eyes and looked like she was about to cry. “Rachel, are you still not forgiving me?”

she spoke, she reached out to pull

walked straight to Old

“Rachel, are you blind? There are

smile. Her cold gaze swept across everyone in the hall as she said frostily, “Those who have watched

elders.

hurt

noble, but their actions were despicable and

them was already the greatest tolerance she had for the group of people in front of her. It was simply wishful thinking for her

now you look down on us.” At this moment, a woman in a purple dress spoke in a sarcastic tone. She sized up Rachel

she was young, she was also a rare beauty. Unfortunately, as time went by, her exquisite and beautiful oval face turned into her

often mocked Rachel. Now that she knew that Rachel had been chased out of the Smith family, she became even

show. With so many women here, they were enough to drown

now, but you’ve

back to the Smith family back then, you wouldn’t even know where you are now! Why are you looking down on us

gave a short laugh, but there was a terrifying coldness in the depths of her almond–shaped eyes. “Do you think you’re qualified to talk about conscience with me? Have you forgotten that if it weren’t for me, the Smith family would have gone bankrupt long ago? Am I the one who has