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.

hold back, saying, “It’s a

dripped with sarcasm aimed

think those three cars showing up at the T-junction was just a

it to wait for us there?” Yann

softly. “Those three vehicles were equipped

up to 585 horsepower. If we hadn’t evaded in time, even our modified Rolls-Royce wouldn’t have saved

T-junction was no coincidence; it was a

a wave of lingering fear welled

colliding simultaneously,

attempts, their enemies would typically only inflict injuries on their men, but now their audacity had grown

taking down David became more

Palace, with numerous pauses along the way, they finally

watching Rachel and David walk away, still

be a decorative but useless ornament, yet now,

ring, and said nonchalantly,

without a doubt, a fierce, unyielding force to be

just Miss Grey from the wealthiest family in Seaxas,

warned you before not to underestimate someone

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

that, Yann

Rachel instinctively slipped out of her high heels and padded

unfastened his diamond cufflinks, leisurely

off-road vehicle that had charged at them back at

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

Rachel, offering her

a G-Wagon, using his design as a

arched an eyebrow, hardly surprised

Rae-Rae was far from the delicate, traditional young lady like Miss Grey; she was a strong-willed, independent

taking a sip. The

don’t appear to be shocked

corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly.

perils he’d encountered throughout the