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.

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

sarcasm aimed

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

it to wait for us there?” Yann

sighed softly. “Those three vehicles were equipped

we hadn’t evaded in time, even our modified

the T-junction was

hearing this, a wave of

cars colliding simultaneously, but never anticipated

injuries on their men, but now their

David became more and

to Peckham Palace, with numerous pauses along the way, they

the car door, watching Rachel and David walk

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

smoke ring, and said nonchalantly, “Don’t

a fierce,

you say she was just Miss Grey from the wealthiest family

nodded. “I warned you before not to underestimate someone our master

time. “We should get going. Let’s get in the car and

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

to Peckham Palace, Rachel instinctively slipped out of her high heels and padded barefoot to the sofa,

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

vehicle that had

propping it under her head as she observed David head towards the open kitchen.

offering her a glass of

replied. “I only modified a G-Wagon, using his design

hardly surprised

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

the juice, taking a

her eyes contentedly. “You don’t appear to be shocked

lifting ever so

casual remark encapsulated the perils he’d encountered throughout