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.

what had happened recently, it was difficult for her not to

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

other party’s intentions right from the

had expected, then what

up in front to

car immediately. As she looked up at the gradually thickening night sky, her almond-shaped eyes

was transformed into a colorful and dynamic

drove straight

lighting and plush,

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. They

at the crowd as

at the bar counter saw Darcy, he

the

anything, Darcy pinned him down

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

gritted his

invite me in, or should I go in myself?” Darcy asked

of the phone chuckled and gave the

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