Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 532

A loud slap landed squarely on the assistant’s body.

The assistant sta**ered and fell to the ground in a sorry state. There was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, and her face was visibly red and swollen.

“Don’t pretend to be innocent here! What were you doing earlier?” Olivia glanced at Rachel. Then, she snorted and looked down at the assistant who had fallen to the ground. “You have to admit your mistake! What’s the point of hiding here like a coward? Do you expect me to cover for you and pay for your mistakes?

“Looking at my humble apology, you must be very happy! You didn’t even blame. me for slapping you. I gave you a way out with good intentions, but you still insist on being high and mighty. You deserve to suffer for it!”

Olivia’s words sounded like she was criticizing her assistant for not admitting her mistake and apologizing. However, judging from her words and actions, she was clearly using the pretext of criticizing her assistant to speak to Rachel!

Noticing this, Marina did not stop Olivia. Instead, she sat on the sofa and lowered her head to admire her newly-made manicure. She smiled faintly with a hint of coldness.

was so

gesture of respect

Rachel did not respect her gesture of respect, Marina naturally wouldn’t indulge

all, in her eyes, Rachel was not qualified to marry into

dog you keep around.” Marina lowered her head and said slowly, “Of course, she has to spoil you and respect you,

did not seem to

handed the peeled

raised his indifferent eyes and glanced at Marina. A hint of coldness flickered through his clear eyes. “A dog must be intelligent enough to rely on its owner’s power to bully others. A dog must know which

coldness. hidden in her eyes, but she still maintained a smile.

said.” David took out a tissue and wiped his long fingers clean. His tone carried a chilling coldness as if his lips were coated with a layer of ice. “I respect you as an elder, but if you don’t know how to appreciate it, then I have no need to consider our blood

on the sofa silently tightened, and her sharp nails pierced deeply into the sofa. She said