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.

moment, Yann’s impression of Rachel shifted significantly. He didn’t hold back, saying, “It’s a shame the adversary’s well-intended

sarcasm aimed at the mastermind behind the

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

for us there?” Yann

and sighed softly. “Those three vehicles were

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

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

a wave of lingering fear

outcome of the three cars colliding

inflict injuries on their

thoughts of taking down David became

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

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

had initially believed her to be a decorative but useless ornament, yet now, it seemed

ring, and

fierce,

Grey from the wealthiest

you before not to underestimate

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

forgot the main issue at hand!” With that, Yann

the other end, upon returning to Peckham Palace, Rachel instinctively slipped out of her high heels and padded barefoot to the sofa, flinging herself into

diamond cufflinks, leisurely rolling up his sleeves.

had

head as she observed David head towards the open kitchen. “Lucas Johnson was the one who

David approached Rachel, offering her a glass of freshly squeezed

modified a G-Wagon, using his design

an eyebrow, hardly surprised

was far from the delicate, traditional young lady like

juice, taking a sip. The sweetness was perfectly

contentedly. “You don’t

cast his eyes downward, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly. “I’ve grown accustomed to such things. It’s hardly

encapsulated the perils he’d