Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 159

The middle–aged man in the lead was wearing an administrative jacket, and there were a few people following behind him, including Adrian.

Great. Because of a group of reporters who blew things up, those who should be alerted and those who shouldn’t be alerted had all been alerted.

“Hello, excuse me,” one of them said.

Eddie was stunned for a moment and quickly took a step back.

The group of people walked through the door. The middle–aged man in the lead said, “I’ll help her prove it.”

David squinted when he saw the middle–aged man walking in.

Then, his gaze landed on Rachel, and his thin lips curled up imperceptibly.

No wonder she was so calm.

So she still had another trump card.

Morris, who was standing at the side, watched as yet another big shot appeared and inexplicably felt his blood boil.

accidentally gotten involved in this case, he, a mere police chief, would probably never have seen such

shock and wiped the sweat from his palms. He walked forward and greeted,

smiled. “This is no small

“Who is this person?”

him, but judging from his outfit, he’s definitely someone we can’t afford

with big shots

and see.”

discussed softly, they heard Mr. Clinton speak again. “I have the

to pass the document to the reporter

they

dared to open it rashly for fear that they would touch some core secret that they should

but seeing Morris’s attitude, it was not difficult to guess his identity. For a moment, he clenched his fists by his side and took a deep breath.

to remain calm and not act

how he had failed to recognize a formidable person and provoked Rachel previously, he could not help but feel

him with a serious expression. “Miss Grey

paused for a moment, and his tone was even harsher than before. “Although I don’t know who deliberately stirred up trouble, the situation this time is serious. We will cooperate with

only were the

that there used to be a particularly powerful cultural relic