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.

didn’t hold back, saying, “It’s a shame the adversary’s well-intended plan

sarcasm aimed at the mastermind behind the

those three cars showing up at the T-junction

to wait for

glanced at him and sighed softly. “Those three vehicles were equipped

If we hadn’t evaded in time, even our

the T-junction was no

wave of lingering fear welled up within

the three cars colliding simultaneously, but never anticipated such a

would typically only inflict injuries on their men,

thoughts of taking down David became more and

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

opened the car door, watching Rachel and David walk away, still reeling

to 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.

was, without a doubt, a fierce, unyielding force

say she was just Miss Grey from the

you before not to underestimate someone our master takes

checked the time. “We should get

that, Yann opened the door

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

jacket and unfastened his diamond cufflinks, leisurely rolling up his

had charged at them back at the

David head towards the open kitchen.

approached Rachel, offering her a glass of

a G-Wagon,

eyebrow, hardly surprised by

traditional young lady like Miss Grey;

juice, taking a sip. The sweetness was perfectly

eyes contentedly. “You don’t appear to

lifting ever so slightly. “I’ve grown accustomed to such things. It’s hardly worth

perils he’d encountered