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.”

words, Jane’s body tensed, and fear arose

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

dollars. Jane did not believe that

how Rachel would continue acting all arrogantly after the result

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

familiar with

as soon as the

the end of the day, they were just spectators. There was

looked at Rachel with a complicated expression. Then, he took a step forward and said 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 market. I believe the conclusion he gives will convince everyone. What do

suddenly said, “Then I’ll have to trouble Mr.

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something was happening at the

cross–legged on the couch. He picked up a teacup and glanced at the

the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile that revealed a hint of mystery. “I heard Mr. Griffin has some connections with the Johnson

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

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

his eyes and stared at the man

phone. “Mr. Griffin, there is a call from someone named Mr.

picked up the phone and got up. When he spoke again, he returned