Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 105

The banquet hall fell silent as soon as Jane Smith uttered those words.

No one had expected Jane, who was widely known as a refined young lady of the Smith family to be so unreasonable.

Although it was disrespectful for Rachel Grey to present a fake as a gift at Old Mr. Smith’s birthday banquet, it was not to the extent of kneeling and apologizing in public.

In the silence, Rachel suddenly chuckled. Her voice was ice–cold. “But what if it’s authentic?”

Jane turned around and met Rachel’s unfeeling eyes. A chill instantly rose from the bottom of her feet, and she forgot to answer Rachel for a moment.

Rachel patiently repeated the question. “What if it’s authentic?”

Jane suddenly came back to her senses. She cleared her throat and straightened her back. “If it’s authentic, I’ll kneel and apologize to you.”

“Jane Smith!” Mrs. Smith snapped.

“Mom, it’s fine. Do you really think she can afford 1.91 million dollars?” Jane raised her chin slightly and looked at Rachel triumphantly.

Jane was certain that Rachel’s pocket watch was a fake.

“You’d better keep your word.”

Rachel Grey’s words, Jane’s body tensed, and fear arose in her heart

she take back her words? What’s done was done.

not believe that Rachel

how Rachel would continue acting all arrogantly after the result of

discussing amongst themselves. “But we’re not experts in this field. We wouldn’t dare make conclusions on our

anyone familiar with such things

as soon as the man

There was no need to offend anyone by

few times. Why don’t I call him and invite him over? He has a certain level of authority in the antique dealing market. I believe the conclusion he gives will convince everyone. What

been silent all this while, suddenly said, “Then I’ll have

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was happening at the

the couch. He picked up a teacup and glanced at the man sitting opposite him. “I wonder what business Mr. Jones has

at Mr. Griffin, and the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile that

gaze was like a sharp ice blade that stabbed straight at David. “Mr. Jones, I don’t know the reason for your engagement with the Johnson family, but I’ll be straightforward with you… You can’t touch the Johnson family!”

but there was a certain aggression felt in his

Mr. Griffin,” David explained calmly. “I’d like to visit you in a few days, but I don’t

eyes and stared at the man in

handed him the phone. “Mr. Griffin, there is a

up. When he spoke again, he returned to