Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 154

Jane was young and impetuous. She was not as patient as Mrs. Smith. When she heard Old Mr. Smith defend Rachel, she could not help but retort, “I really don’t know what kind of bewitching drug Rachel Grey gave you to make you so protective of her! Those who don’t know might think that she’s your biological granddaughter!”

Her words were filled with resentment.

When Old Mr. Smith heard this, he took off his reading glasses and looked up at her. His turbid eyes flickered with an unfathomable dark light. “If you can’t control yourself when something happens, you’ll suffer a huge loss sooner or later.”

Based on his understanding of Rachel, this matter was definitely not that simple.

Since Rachel was the owner of the Glamour Pavilion, she could easily earn a living by selling any item. Why would he create counterfeits and carry out illegal transactions? Wasn’t this clearly asking for trouble?

Before the verdict was out, everything was possible.

Jane felt wronged and vexed at being criticized for no reason.

Her eyes reddened. Just as she was about to retort, Mrs. Smith grabbed her hand and gently patted the back of it, indicating for her to calm down.

“Don’t you know what kind of personality Jane has?” Mrs. Smith turned to look at Old Mr. Smith and said gently, “She has always been hot–headed and impulsive since she was young. It’s an old problem. In the past, when Mother was still alive, she had never been able to correct her rash personality. Moreover, Jane still can’t quite distinguish right from wrong. I’ll get her to correct it in the future.”

relief. “It’s time to take her in hand so that she

perfunctorily.

sneer in her heart. The public opinion online was enough to drown Rachel.

comes out, she wanted to see what other reason

to invite Rachel to the Smith Group’s anniversary

her lips and humphed softly before pulling her

phone. The system notified her

actually a live stream from the

there’s a live stream!”

she turned on

live stream was filled with red. The pop–up comments were so densely packed that it was suffocating to look at. Moreover, the entire screen was covered with multiple comments

sentence-

May your family

was afraid that Old Mr. Smith would miss it, so she directly projected the live stream page onto the LED television in

room.

and saw that Old Mr. Smith was slowly putting on his reading glasses and looking at the

conference room, Rachel sat