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.

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

aimed at the mastermind behind the

responded co olly, “Do you really think those three cars

to wait for us there?” Yann

at him and sighed softly.

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

T-junction was no coincidence; it

a wave of lingering fear

considered the outcome of the three cars colliding

would typically only inflict injuries on their men, but now

of taking down David became

Palace, with numerous pauses along the

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

useless ornament, yet now, it seemed Miss Grey was

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

without a doubt, a fierce, unyielding force to be reckoned

you say she was just Miss Grey from the wealthiest family

you before not to underestimate someone our master

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

With that, Yann opened the door and hopped into

out of her high

jacket and unfastened his diamond cufflinks, leisurely rolling up his sleeves.

was the same off-road vehicle that had charged at

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

her

modified a G-Wagon, using his design as

eyebrow, hardly surprised by

far from the delicate, traditional young lady like Miss Grey; she was a strong-willed,

the juice, taking a sip.

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

the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly.

casual remark encapsulated the perils he’d