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

dripped with sarcasm aimed at the mastermind behind the

olly, “Do you really think those three cars showing

wait for us

sighed softly. “Those three

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

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

this, a wave of lingering fear welled

colliding simultaneously, but never

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

taking down David became more

their return journey to Peckham Palace, with numerous pauses along the way, they finally reached the palace after a painstaking

and David walk

a decorative but 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 Grey in with common,

a fierce, unyielding force to be reckoned

Miss Grey from the wealthiest family in Seaxas, the

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

Yann was about to speak, Billy checked the time. “We should get going.

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

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

jacket and unfastened his diamond cufflinks, leisurely rolling

off-road vehicle that had charged at them

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

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

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

an eyebrow, hardly surprised by

young lady like Miss Grey;

accepted the juice, taking a sip. The

narrowed her eyes contentedly. “You don’t appear

ever so slightly. “I’ve

perils he’d encountered throughout