Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 472

Rachel thought of the person who bumped into her earlier, and a cold glint flashed across her eyes.

“Miss Grey.” Rachel heard a familiar voice call out to her from behind.

Rachel turned around and saw Darcy.

She said in surprise, “Darcy,”

“Are you looking for this?” Darcy walked forward and handed the phone to Rachel.

When Rachel saw the phone, her eyes flickered slightly. She then broke into a smile. “Thank you.”

She took the phone and asked casually, “Where did you find it?”

Darcy said with a deadpan expression, “I saw what happen by coincidence.” Coincidence again.

Darcy noticed the indifference in Rachel’s eyes. He lowered his eyes to hide his self-deprecating expression. “Miss Grey, if there’s nothing else, I’ll leave first.”

“Okay.” Rachel watched Darcy leave in silence.

She knew that she should not have doubted Darcy.

happened recently, it was difficult for

fled the scene immediately. How could Darcy have caught up with him and sn*tched the phone back from

Darcy knew the other party’s intentions right from

then what had Darcy protected her from

driver pulled up in front to

immediately. As she looked up at the gradually thickening

Seaxas was transformed

drove straight to a

with dim lighting and plush, opulent__ decor that set the mood for

on the dance floor was a writhing mass of bodies pulsing to the beat of the music. Occasionally, their bodies would inadvertently brush against each other as they exchanged amorous

crowd as he walked steadily

at the bar counter saw Darcy, he

the

say anything, Darcy pinned him

heard Darcy speak in a calm voice, “This is Seaxas. I advise you not to act

this, the man gritted his teeth and glared indignantly at

I go in myself?” Darcy asked coldly as

other end of the phone chuckled and gave the

buzz-cut walked out of a thick wooden door. He turned slightly and made a gesture for