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 suspect that Darcy had other

have expected the person to have fled the scene immediately. How could Darcy have caught

knew the other party’s intentions right

she had expected, then what had

the driver pulled up in front to pick

the car immediately. As she looked up at the gradually thickening night sky, her

of Seaxas was transformed into a colorful and dynamic playground

straight to

of romance, with dim lighting and plush, opulent__ decor

of bodies pulsing to the beat of the music. Occasionally, their bodies would inadvertently brush against each other as they exchanged amorous glances. They were moving to the

the crowd as he walked steadily toward

the bar counter saw

the

could say anything, Darcy pinned him down on the bar counter using his body

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

his teeth

should I go in myself?” Darcy asked coldly

phone chuckled and

a thick wooden door. He turned slightly and made a gesture for Darcy