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,

back her words? What’s done was done.

that was 1.91 million dollars. Jane did not believe

to see how Rachel would continue acting all arrogantly after the result of the appraisal

was some commotion within the crowds as many seemed to be discussing amongst themselves. “But we’re not experts in this field. We

with such things here?”

as soon as the man finished

the end of the day, they were just spectators. There was no need to offend anyone by standing

respectfully, “I’ve met the antiquarian, Mr. Griffin, a few times. Why don’t I call him and invite him over? He has a certain level of authority in the antique dealing

this while, suddenly said, “Then I’ll have to trouble

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glanced at the man sitting opposite him. “I wonder what

a faint smile that revealed a hint of mystery. “I heard Mr. Griffin has some

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

tone was calm, but there was a certain

me, Mr. Griffin,” David explained calmly. “I’d like to visit you in a few days, but I don’t know what Mr. Griffin’s likes are, so I specially came this

eyes and stared at the man in front of

Griffin’s assistant entered the room and handed him the phone. “Mr. Griffin, there is a

got up. When he spoke again, he returned to his