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.

had happened recently, it was difficult for

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

the other party’s intentions right from

what had Darcy protected

up in front

car immediately. As she looked up at the

city of Seaxas was transformed into a

straight to a

exuded an atmosphere of romance, with dim lighting and plush, opulent__ decor that set

of bodies pulsing to the beat of the music. Occasionally, their bodies would

looked indifferently at the crowd as he walked steadily toward

at the bar counter saw Darcy, he immediately picked

the

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

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

his teeth and glared

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

phone chuckled and gave the man with the buzz-cut a

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