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.

Yann’s impression of Rachel shifted significantly. He didn’t hold back,

aimed at the mastermind behind the

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

it to wait for us there?”

him and sighed softly. “Those three vehicles were equipped

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

at the T-junction was no coincidence;

of lingering

the three cars colliding simultaneously, but never anticipated such a devastating and

only inflict injuries on their men, but now

of taking down David became more and

along the way, they finally reached the palace after a painstaking twenty

and David

to be a decorative but useless ornament, yet now,

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

without a doubt, a fierce,

she was just Miss Grey from the wealthiest family

you before not to underestimate someone our master takes interest

the time. “We should get

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

other end, upon returning to Peckham Palace, Rachel instinctively slipped out of her high

his suit jacket and unfastened his diamond cufflinks, leisurely rolling up his sleeves. “Did you modify the Mercedes-Benz

vehicle that had charged at them back at

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

offering her a

a G-Wagon,

eyebrow, hardly surprised by her

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

the juice, taking a sip. The

don’t

lifting ever so

remark encapsulated the perils he’d encountered throughout the