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, saying, “It’s a shame the adversary’s well-intended plan couldn’t

dripped with sarcasm aimed at the mastermind behind

those three cars showing up at the

to wait for us

and sighed softly. “Those

reaching up to 585 horsepower. If we hadn’t evaded in time, even our modified Rolls-Royce wouldn’t have saved

at the T-junction was no coincidence; it was a meticulously planned assassination

a wave of lingering fear welled up

the outcome of the three cars colliding simultaneously, but never anticipated such a

inflict injuries on their men, but now their audacity had

thoughts of taking down David

to Peckham Palace, with numerous pauses along the way,

opened the car door, watching Rachel and

useless ornament, yet now, it seemed Miss Grey was far from an

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

a fierce, unyielding force to

you say she was just Miss Grey from the wealthiest

you before not to underestimate someone our master

Billy checked the time. “We should get going.

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

upon returning to Peckham Palace, Rachel instinctively slipped out of her high heels and padded

and unfastened his diamond cufflinks, leisurely

had charged at them

casually picked up a pillow, propping it under her head as she observed David

you involved?” David approached Rachel, offering her

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

arched an eyebrow, hardly

young lady like Miss Grey; she was a strong-willed, independent

accepted the juice, taking a sip. The sweetness was perfectly

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

lips lifting ever so slightly. “I’ve

encapsulated the perils he’d encountered