Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 99

Rachel walked to the side and sat in an armchair.

She raised her eyes and looked coldly at the Smith family’s women who were led by Mrs. Smith. She had an aura all around her.

“Olivia deserved it!”

“Bullshit!” Jane pointed at Rachel and scolded, “If it weren’t for a vicious woman like you deliberately blowing up the matter, Olivia wouldn’t have been banned by the company! You asked for two million dollars! You were driving her to the corner! Now that you’ve caused her to be like this, you say that it has nothing to do with you. You’re shameless!

“In the final analysis, you’re just jealous of Olivia! You’re jealous of her better family background and cannot stand the fact that my brother would rather choose her than you. That’s why you took the opportunity to take revenge on Olivia! Fortunately, my brother dumped you. Otherwise, if he married a vicious woman like you, our Smith family would be in deep trouble!”

“Jane, stop talking. It’s been so long. Besides, my actions at that time were indeed a little inappropriate.” Olivia gently pulled Jane’s arm and looked pitifully at Rachel, who was sitting in the armchair. “Whether it’s my appearance or Louis’s choice, Miss Grey, just hate me. I’m willing to bear all of it. It’s all my fault…”

“Of course, it’s your fault!” Rachel cut her off. She looked at Olivia coldly. “You brought all this upon yourself!”

flew into a rage. “What do you mean by that? You’re the one who’s in the wrong! You clearly know that my brother loved

the depths of her almond–shaped eyes. “That’s right. I deserve to be

found for the Smith family

when the Smith family was on the verge of bankruptcy, Rachel worked like a horse in order to find investors for the family. She found new investors for

making it emerge as a

the world. She was worried that Rachel would use this matter to threaten the Smith family, so she had long become friends with the investors‘ wives.

to guarantee that those people would not

flickered across Rachel as she said indifferently, “Alright, it’s all past.”

Like a parent who cared for her juniors, she lectured Rachel, “Relationships don’t always make sense. Louis did some ill–considered things at the wedding venue that day. I’ll say the same thing as before. If you have any grievances in your heart, feel free to ask something for us. We’ll do our best to satisfy all your requests to make up for you.”

Ill–considered…

into a mocking

by the guests. In the end, all she got in return was the