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!”

like she was about to cry. “Rachel,

she spoke, she reached out to pull Rachel’s

her imperceptibly and walked straight to Old Mr. Smith’s room.

arrogant look. “Rachel, are you blind? There

everyone in the hall as she said frostily, “Those who

called elders. Do you think you

had hurt

noble, but their actions were

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

you’ve climbed up the social ladder, so now you look down on us.” At this

Rachel was married to Louis’s second uncle. When she was young, she was also a rare beauty. Unfortunately, as time went by, her exquisite and beautiful oval face turned into her current sharp

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

With so many women here, they were enough to drown

up now, but you’ve forgotten where you

family back then, you wouldn’t even know where you are now! Why are you looking

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