Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 237 It Was Wrong

Lucas picked up the cup in front of him and took a sip, barely suppressing the shock in his heart.

After he did not see her for a few years, this girl was even more ruthless than before.

She had no intention of giving the Smith family a way out.

Thinking of this, he could not help but mourn for the Smith family in his heart. However, the change in Rachel surprised him.

Previously, Rachel had risked her life for Louis. Now, did she finally change her mind?

Lucas looked at Rachel with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

“Did you ask Louis?”

A large part of the reason why Rachel stayed in the Smith family all these years was because of what had happened five years ago.

Rachel didn’t say a word about that night, so Lucas didn’t ask.

Based on his experience that night, he knew that something big must have happened to Rachel!

This girl had always told him the good news and no bad news.

was fine, the more likely it was that something big

this, Rachel looked up at him. “Wrong. It

he’d ever been to Phareborough, she

by revulsion, as if the existence of that place were no different

Phareborough, most people would

person should

wonder you showed no mercy to the Smith family.”

found

Wrong

few clues left behind after five years. Moreover, since the other party wanted to hide his whereabouts back then, he definitely wouldn’t let anyone find any clues.”

the huge office was filled

time, Rachel’s phone rang. She could not

to hide what happened on the Internet from her maternal grandfather, but it was simply impossible to hide it from her

the pained expression on Rachel’s face, a name automatically

being implicated, he finished the coffee in his cup and stood up with his coat. “I still have something on.

Rachel was speechless.

the scapegoat also ran away.

and picked up the phone.

Tom said in a deep voice, “Why didn’t you tell me when such a big

tone was more concern

deal.” Rachel sat on the chair and turned her back to the office door. Her feet were used as support as she turned the chair back and forth. Her every move revealed a child–like satisfaction. “I’m not the