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.

this moment, Yann’s impression of Rachel shifted significantly. He didn’t hold back, saying, “It’s a

with sarcasm aimed at the

co olly, “Do you really think those three cars showing up at

to wait for

sighed softly. “Those three vehicles were

If we hadn’t evaded in time, even our modified Rolls-Royce wouldn’t have

of the SUVs at the T-junction was no coincidence; it

of lingering fear welled up within

colliding simultaneously, but never anticipated such a devastating

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

David became more

journey to Peckham Palace, with numerous pauses along the way, they finally reached

Rachel and

be a decorative but useless ornament, yet now, it seemed Miss Grey was far from an

cigarette, took a deep drag, exhaled a perfect smoke ring, and said nonchalantly, “Don’t lump. Miss Grey in with common, mundane

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

was just Miss Grey from the wealthiest family in Seaxas, the

warned you before not to underestimate someone our master

checked the time. “We should get going. Let’s get

hand!” With that, Yann opened the

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

his diamond cufflinks, leisurely rolling up

was the same off-road vehicle that had charged at them back

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

Rachel, offering her a glass of freshly squeezed

replied. “I only modified a G-Wagon,

an eyebrow, hardly surprised by her

traditional young

the juice, taking a sip. The sweetness

narrowed her eyes contentedly. “You don’t appear to

corners of his lips lifting ever so

perils he’d encountered