Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 668

Yann pressed his lips together. “Miss Grey, if I may be so bold, how did you manage to figure it out?”

Only moments ago, one of his subordinates had called to inform him that the codes on both the car frame and engine had been tampered with, rendering them impossible to trace.

If Rachel wasn’t the mastermind behind it all, how had she managed to deduce the truth?

Rachel was not at all perturbed by Yann’s audacity.

She replied nonchalantly. “Just a stroke of luck.”

Yann was speechless.

He inhaled deeply, composing himself, and adopted an earnest demeanor as he sought her insight. His manner of addressing her grew exceedingly respectful. “In that case, what do you believe was the purpose behind the culprit’s actions?”

The primary motive, of course, was to target David.

However, he couldn’t fathom why the perpetrator would take such a roundabout approach.

He knew that disassembling and reassembling a car was an intricate process,

particularly when incorporating an autonomous driving system.

Noticing his baffled demeanor, Rachel patiently explained, “The purpose was to ensure that when the truth came to light, you wouldn’t be able to trace them. Preserving the appearance of the off-road vehicle was meant to mislead you. As you mentioned, both the car frame and the engine have unique codes. The perpetrator destroyed those codes to leave you with nothing to investigate.”

“Once you can’t trace them, you’ll broaden your search, suspecting those who lurk in the shadows. The real perpetrator can then easily blend in with your imagined adversaries.”

At her words, David’s eyes filled with affection and indulgence that no one had ever witnessed before.

His Rae-Rae was truly brilliant.

Her words, however, exposed the true power she had been concealing all along.

At the very least, to everyone present, Rachel’s expertise in car modifications went far beyond just idle tinke ring.

Her knowledge of automobiles had already surpassed that of both Billy and Yann.

He didn’t hold back, saying,

word dripped with sarcasm aimed at the mastermind behind the

three cars showing

wait for us there?”

him and sighed softly. “Those three

If we hadn’t evaded in time, even our modified

the T-junction was no

hearing this, a wave of lingering fear welled up

three cars colliding simultaneously,

attempts, their enemies would typically only inflict injuries on their men,

thoughts of taking down David

return journey to Peckham Palace, with numerous pauses along the way, they finally reached the palace after a

watching Rachel and David

but useless ornament, yet now,

ring,

was, without a doubt, a fierce, unyielding force to be reckoned

Miss Grey from the

you before not to underestimate someone our

Yann was about to speak, Billy checked the time. “We should get going.

issue at hand!” With that, Yann opened the door and hopped into the

out of her high heels and padded barefoot to the sofa, flinging herself into the plush

suit jacket and unfastened his diamond cufflinks, leisurely rolling up his sleeves.

vehicle that had charged at

propping it under her head as she observed David head towards the open kitchen. “Lucas Johnson was the one who

Rachel, offering her a glass of freshly squeezed orange

only modified a G-Wagon,

an eyebrow, hardly surprised

the delicate, traditional young lady like Miss Grey; she was

accepted the juice, taking a

“You don’t appear to be shocked by

his eyes downward, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly. “I’ve grown accustomed to

remark encapsulated the perils he’d encountered throughout