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.

recently, it was difficult for her not to

would have expected the person to have fled the

the other party’s intentions right

had expected, then what had

pulled up in front

into the car immediately. As she looked up at the gradually thickening

the city of Seaxas was transformed into a colorful

drove straight

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 glances.

at the crowd as he walked steadily toward the

counter saw Darcy, he immediately

the

pinned him

the man instinctively moved his hand to his waist, he heard Darcy speak in a calm voice, “This is Seaxas. I advise

the man gritted his teeth

going to invite me in, or should I go in myself?” Darcy asked coldly as he spoke

on the other end of the phone chuckled and

wooden door. He