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.

shifted significantly. He didn’t hold back,

sarcasm aimed at the mastermind

three cars

wait for us there?”

and sighed softly. “Those three vehicles were equipped with

horsepower. If we hadn’t evaded in time, even our modified Rolls-Royce wouldn’t have saved us from a fatal

the T-junction was

hearing this, a wave of lingering fear welled up

considered the outcome of the three cars colliding simultaneously, but never anticipated such a devastating and fatal

previous assassination attempts, their enemies would typically only inflict injuries

of taking down David became more and

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

car door, watching Rachel and David walk

useless ornament, yet now,

smoke ring, and said nonchalantly, “Don’t lump. Miss Grey in with

a fierce, unyielding force to be reckoned

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

before not to underestimate someone our master takes interest

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

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 the plush

leisurely rolling up his sleeves. “Did you

vehicle that had

a pillow, propping it under her head as she observed David head towards the

approached Rachel, offering her

modified a G-Wagon, using his design

hardly surprised

the delicate, traditional young

juice, taking a sip. The sweetness was perfectly

don’t appear to be shocked by

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

perils he’d encountered throughout