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.

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

word dripped with sarcasm aimed at

three cars showing up at the T-junction was just a

for us there?” Yann

and sighed softly. “Those three vehicles were equipped with

hadn’t evaded in time, even our modified Rolls-Royce wouldn’t have saved us from a

appearance of the SUVs at the T-junction was no

hearing this, a wave of lingering fear

the three cars colliding simultaneously, but never

assassination attempts, their enemies would typically only inflict injuries on their

taking down David

numerous pauses along the way, they finally reached the palace

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

useless ornament, yet now, it seemed Miss Grey

lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, exhaled a perfect smoke ring, and said nonchalantly, “Don’t lump. Miss

fierce, unyielding force to

you say she was just Miss Grey from the wealthiest family in Seaxas,

warned you before not to underestimate someone

the time. “We

that, Yann opened the door and

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

his diamond cufflinks, leisurely rolling up his

had charged

under her head as she observed David head

you involved?” David approached Rachel, offering her a glass of freshly squeezed orange

only modified a G-Wagon, using his

arched an eyebrow, hardly surprised by her

from the delicate, traditional young lady like

the juice, taking a sip. The sweetness

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

his eyes downward, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly. “I’ve grown accustomed to

perils he’d encountered throughout