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!”

eyes and looked like she was about to

she reached out

walked straight to

furious when she saw her arrogant look. “Rachel, are you blind? There are

smile. Her cold gaze swept across everyone in the hall as she said frostily,

called elders. Do

had hurt

elegant and noble, but their actions were despicable and shameless.

tolerance she had for the group of people in front of her. It was simply

so now you look down on us.” At this moment, a

in front of 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 and

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

so many women here, they

now, but you’ve

Louis hadn’t been kind enough to bring you back to the Smith family back then, you wouldn’t even know where you are now! Why are

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,